[NSC] Competition- Waiting Time At A & E

[Stat Brother]

I don't have any gender fluid.

You've taken up another 5 minutes anyway, as I was stewing over your inference that I don't appreciate the NHS.

That was never my intention.
You nailed it correctly I was aiming for 'sanctimonious post of the day'.


My comment wasn't serious, more of a play around with introducing a 'politically correct' punchline to what would be an offence joke, (not that you were being offence of course)



Dissecting a joke is the same as dissecting a frog.
It's not funny and the frog still dies.

 

[Eeyore]

I wish I was but I was unlucky. You've probably caught yours in time. I had been to the doctor five days previously and took antibiotics, which had no effect.
I thought I was going to A&E when the doctor phoned through but I was taken to the day ward. I hadn't even taken in a wash bag.

Seriously, you'll be fine.

My antibiotics have failed as well. But the doctor thinks they'll be able to drain it and then I just carry on taking them.

Looking forward to it. It's right in the shoulder blade and I apologised to my virtual work colleagues yesterday for being a grump. They're not worried, my diva strops are a source of amusement rather than concern.

 

[Eeyore]

That was never my intention.
You nailed it correctly I was aiming for 'sanctimonious post of the day'.


My comment wasn't serious, more of a play around with introducing a 'politically correct' punchline to what would be an offence joke, (not that you were being offence of course)



Dissecting a joke is the same as dissecting a frog.
It's not funny and the frog still dies.

No worries. I was quite surprised at how it got my back up, but then quite pleased.

I love the bloody NHS, and laugh, perhaps in a slightly exasperated way, that despite socialism being made a dirty word, folk expect it to win the most important battles within society.

 

[PILTDOWN MAN]

My antibiotics have failed as well. But the doctor thinks they'll be able to drain it and then I just carry on taking them.

Looking forward to it. It's right in the shoulder blade and I apologised to my virtual work colleagues yesterday for being a grump. They're not worried, my diva strops are a source of amusement rather than concern.

But they need to get the sack out. Blimey haven’t you watched Pimple Doctor

 

[Stat Brother]

But they need to get the sack out. Blimey haven’t you watched Pimple Doctor

Dr Pimple Popper is the bestest.

 

[Harry Wilson's tackle]

I'm just about to go to A & E, on my doctor's advice, to get a large and painful abscess on my shoulder dealt with.

I will be there at about 07.45.

The competition is to guess at what time I will be seen. Answers below.

Witty answers will be appreciated too. This could be a long day.

Being a DULLARD, I'll see if I can find a prize like the Brighton Corporation bus times of 1976.

Right, I'm off.

I recon you'll be seen at 10.15.

Make sure they incise the correct shoulder. I went in for knee surgery a few years ago and had to put the prep-laddie (registrar) right when he put a biro X on the wrong knee.

 

[Thunder Bolt]

My antibiotics have failed as well. But the doctor thinks they'll be able to drain it and then I just carry on taking them.

Looking forward to it. It's right in the shoulder blade and I apologised to my virtual work colleagues yesterday for being a grump. They're not worried, my diva strops are a source of amusement rather than concern.

I don't blame you for being a grump. It's flaming painful. I hope they can sort you out. Take care.

 

[Harry Wilson's tackle]

That was never my intention.
You nailed it correctly I was aiming for 'sanctimonious post of the day'.


My comment wasn't serious, more of a play around with introducing a 'politically correct' punchline to what would be an offence joke, (not that you were being offence of course)



Dissecting a joke is the same as dissecting a frog.
It's not funny and the frog still dies.

I gave you both a thumbs up.

I like to have my cake and eat it.

 

[Cowfold Seagull]

11.15.

am or pm?

 

[PeterOut]

I'm just about to go to A & E, on my doctor's advice, to get a large and painful abscess on my shoulder dealt with.

I will be there at about 07.45.

The competition is to guess at what time I will be seen. Answers below.

Witty answers will be appreciated too. This could be a long day.

Being a DULLARD, I'll see if I can find a prize like the Brighton Corporation bus times of 1976.

Right, I'm off.

10:34, in the newly-opened Urgent Treatment Centre, Room 2.

Is there a prize?

 

[Eeyore]

Well, I'm seen at about 9.15, which is most impressive. The doctor confirming that I had called the time of day well.

But the ending is not perfect.

First I'm injected with numbing agent which turns out to be multiple and rather ouchy, the abscess being a bit snakey about being disturbed. I tell myself it's worth it for the pending DOOM that this puss ridden lump is about to meet.

Or not.

The scalpel runs deep and then the squeezing and pressure begins. It's not working. The fluid is entrenched in multiple sacks and won't come out. There is gore behind me whilst I gently whine and let out the odd 'Ohhhhhh' and gentle 'ahhhhhhh, ooohs' in that very English 'I want to tell you this is very painful in a polite way but don't want to be seen as a WOOS'.

The doctor recognises my discomfort and suggests we take a break. The young trainee paramedic who observes distracts me with talk of his liking for American Football. I am the subject of fascination for many a trainee who feasts themselves on the sight of the hairiest man since Esau, and the worst case of lipomatosis seen by anyone in the local medical world.

More squeezing and prodding occurs until the doctor reluctantly gives up. It's not working, and the distress attempting to do so is causing isn't worth it. I'm sent on my way with some trippy antibiotics and it is suggested to leave it a week to see if they do the trick.

I pass a rather hurried and busy looking local MP on the journey home, and think about a painful week that included a visit to Cruella de Vil, my dentist (the teeth are still playing up) and this grumpy lump.

As I walk through the park, I remind myself that I am far from hard done by. Right now, I can think of a few million folk not far away who would gladly have swapped their week for mine.

 

[Thunder Bolt]

Well, I'm seen at about 9.15, which is most impressive. The doctor confirming that I had called the time of day well.

But the ending is not perfect.

First I'm injected with numbing agent which turns out to be multiple and rather ouchy, the abscess being a bit snakey about being disturbed. I tell myself it's worth it for the pending DOOM that this puss ridden lump is about to meet.

Or not.

The scalpel runs deep and then the squeezing and pressure begins. It's not working. The fluid is entrenched in multiple sacks and won't come out. There is gore behind me whilst I gently whine and let out the odd 'Ohhhhhh' and gentle 'ahhhhhhh, ooohs' in that very English 'I want to tell you this is very painful in a polite way but don't want to be seen as a WOOS'.

The doctor recognises my discomfort and suggests we take a break. The young trainee paramedic who observes distracting me with talk of his liking for American Football. I am the subject of fascination for many a trainee who feasts themselves on the sight of the hairiest man since Esau, and the worst case of lipomatosis seen by anyone in the local medical world.

More squeezing and prodding occurs until the doctor reluctantly gives up. It's not working, and the distress attempting is causing isn't worth it. I'm sent on my way with some trippy antibiotics and it is suggested to leave it a week to see if they do the trick.

I pass a rather hurried and busy looking local MP on the journey home and think about a painful week that included a visit to Cruella de Vil, my dentist (the teeth are still playing up) and this grumpy lump.

As I walk through the park, I remind myself that I am far from hard done by. Right now, I can think of a few million folk not far away who would gladly have swapped their week for mine.

Hopefully these antibiotics will work, but don't hesitate to go back if you feel discomfort. Don't think of it as being a wuss, because basically you don't want it to turn to sepsis.

 

[Bodian]

I recon you'll be seen at 10.15.

Make sure they incise the correct shoulder. I went in for knee surgery a few years ago and had to put the prep-laddie (registrar) right when he put a biro X on the wrong knee.

Reminds me of a headline from many years ago when someone went in for a circumcision and ended with with a different sort of snip. "Surgeon Gets Wrong End of Stick".


Probably an apocryphal story, but you never know.

 

[LamieRobertson]

Well, I'm seen at about 9.15, which is most impressive. The doctor confirming that I had called the time of day well.

But the ending is not perfect.

First I'm injected with numbing agent which turns out to be multiple and rather ouchy, the abscess being a bit snakey about being disturbed. I tell myself it's worth it for the pending DOOM that this puss ridden lump is about to meet.

Or not.

The scalpel runs deep and then the squeezing and pressure begins. It's not working. The fluid is entrenched in multiple sacks and won't come out. There is gore behind me whilst I gently whine and let out the odd 'Ohhhhhh' and gentle 'ahhhhhhh, ooohs' in that very English 'I want to tell you this is very painful in a polite way but don't want to be seen as a WOOS'.

The doctor recognises my discomfort and suggests we take a break. The young trainee paramedic who observes distracting me with talk of his liking for American Football. I am the subject of fascination for many a trainee who feasts themselves on the sight of the hairiest man since Esau, and the worst case of lipomatosis seen by anyone in the local medical world.

More squeezing and prodding occurs until the doctor reluctantly gives up. It's not working, and the distress attempting is causing isn't worth it. I'm sent on my way with some trippy antibiotics and it is suggested to leave it a week to see if they do the trick.

I pass a rather hurried and busy looking local MP on the journey home and think about a painful week that included a visit to Cruella de Vil, my dentist (the teeth are still playing up) and this grumpy lump.

As I walk through the park, I remind myself that I am far from hard done by. Right now, I can think of a few million folk not far away who would gladly have swapped their week for mine.

So apart from that all went well

Hoping the antibiotics work!

Ps
Ex in a&e Worthing on Wednesday for seven hour after we had to get an ambulance out…place was packed out

 

[Neville's Breakfast]

I'm just about to go to A & E, on my doctor's advice, to get a large and painful abscess on my shoulder dealt with.

I will be there at about 07.45.

The competition is to guess at what time I will be seen. Answers below.

Witty answers will be appreciated too. This could be a long day.

Being a DULLARD, I'll see if I can find a prize like the Brighton Corporation bus times of 1976.

Right, I'm off.

I don’t know. Just show some patience and wait your turn.

Edit; I see you have now been sorted. I’m pleased for you. Our wonderful NHS once again.

 

[Albion my Albion]

Well, I'm seen at about 9.15, which is most impressive. The doctor confirming that I had called the time of day well.

But the ending is not perfect.

First I'm injected with numbing agent which turns out to be multiple and rather ouchy, the abscess being a bit snakey about being disturbed. I tell myself it's worth it for the pending DOOM that this puss ridden lump is about to meet.

Or not.

The scalpel runs deep and then the squeezing and pressure begins. It's not working. The fluid is entrenched in multiple sacks and won't come out. There is gore behind me whilst I gently whine and let out the odd 'Ohhhhhh' and gentle 'ahhhhhhh, ooohs' in that very English 'I want to tell you this is very painful in a polite way but don't want to be seen as a WOOS'.

The doctor recognises my discomfort and suggests we take a break. The young trainee paramedic who observes distracting me with talk of his liking for American Football. I am the subject of fascination for many a trainee who feasts themselves on the sight of the hairiest man since Esau, and the worst case of lipomatosis seen by anyone in the local medical world.

More squeezing and prodding occurs until the doctor reluctantly gives up. It's not working, and the distress attempting is causing isn't worth it. I'm sent on my way with some trippy antibiotics and it is suggested to leave it a week to see if they do the trick.

I pass a rather hurried and busy looking local MP on the journey home and think about a painful week that included a visit to Cruella de Vil, my dentist (the teeth are still playing up) and this grumpy lump.

As I walk through the park, I remind myself that I am far from hard done by. Right now, I can think of a few million folk not far away who would gladly have swapped their week for mine.

Sorry, mate...............did you tell the young trainee paramedic that Tom Brady unretired. Then his head coach quit to take a higher position within the team?

 

[Eeyore]

Sorry, mate...............did you tell the young trainee paramedic that Tom Brady unretired. Then his head coach quit to take a higher position within the team?

I had to look him up. I know nothing of AFL.

The trainee was a very pleasant lad from Lancashire. I told him I did follow the American stuff for a while, The LA Raiders being my team. But they seemed to have morphed and morphed into other identities. For me it's rugby for wooses, although I wouldn't say it to their faces.

I complimented him on his noble profession and wondered about how safe he must feel at times. He said that they do encounter some difficult situations. It's the same for all NHS staff though. This is why I'm always polite, whatever my angst.

 

[Albion my Albion]

I had to look him up. I know nothing of AFL.

The trainee was a very pleasant lad from Lancashire. I told him I did follow the American stuff for a while, The LA Raiders being my team. But they seemed to have morphed and morphed into other identities. For me it's rugby for wooses, although I wouldn't say it to their faces.

I complimented him on his noble profession and wondered about how safe he must feel at times. He said that they do encounter some difficult situations. It's the same for all NHS staff though. This is why I'm always polite, whatever my angst.

LV Raiders now. Beautiful new stadium.

https://www.raiders.com/stadium/

 

[Eeyore]

LV Raiders now. Beautiful new stadium.

https://www.raiders.com/stadium/

So does this mean they are staying permanently ? That was part of the reason why I went all Victor Meldrew about American Football. Very different to the way we do things here.

 

[Albion my Albion]

So does this mean they are staying permanently ? That was part of the reason why I went all Victor Meldrew about American Football. Very different to the way we do things here.

No one can ever say forever. They played at a baseball stadium (Oakland Athletics) and even the A's are looking to move to Vegas. Vegas needs more betting $ because gambling is becoming prevalent all over the US. The casinos have helped a lot with building costs. So far T-Mobile Arena (ice hockey--Vegas Golden Knights), Raiders stadium and Oakland Athletics (baseball) are now looking at property in Nevada. The A's wanted to move to San Jose but the Giants in San Francisco have control over that territory.