I'm not in the medical field, but I figured this would be a good one to share with others.
Have any of you ever had to deal with something awful someone did to themselves, for whatever reason?
My former coworker, Mo (well, I still work with her once in a while) did a real doozy a couple of years ago.
Warning, this is a tad gross.
She came home from camping and found a woodtick on her tummy, up higher towards where the ribcage starts.
She yanked on it, but what ended up happening is that the head was still attached to her skin.
She got paranoid and grabbed a pair of tweezers.
And went all SAW on herself.
She jabbed and dug and jabbed and dug until she had taken all kinds of small chunks out of her skin and still couldn't get the head of the tick.
She ended up giving up and going to the ER (she did it in all in the first place to avoid the doctor, who knows how she was planning on fixing herself up afterwards) and the whole staff pretty much let her know that wasn't the smartest thing to do. They did end up getting the head, but she needed stitches because of all the cutting she'd done.
Have any of you ever had to deal with something awful someone did to themselves, for whatever reason?
My former coworker, Mo (well, I still work with her once in a while) did a real doozy a couple of years ago.
Warning, this is a tad gross.
She came home from camping and found a woodtick on her tummy, up higher towards where the ribcage starts.
She yanked on it, but what ended up happening is that the head was still attached to her skin.
She got paranoid and grabbed a pair of tweezers.
And went all SAW on herself.
She jabbed and dug and jabbed and dug until she had taken all kinds of small chunks out of her skin and still couldn't get the head of the tick.
She ended up giving up and going to the ER (she did it in all in the first place to avoid the doctor, who knows how she was planning on fixing herself up afterwards) and the whole staff pretty much let her know that wasn't the smartest thing to do. They did end up getting the head, but she needed stitches because of all the cutting she'd done.

Talk about some whitecoat syndrome. I can't imagine being so scared of the doctor that I'd do something like that to myself.
Comment