Autopsy and poo

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I think bowel duty during autopsy is as bad as it gets in pathology but since you can put on a "space suit" before you have to do it, its not all that bad. The poo that you get from the clinical world is unexpected which makes it the worst kind of poo. A patient passes out...poo...a patient is drunk...poo...a child(any)...poo...woman in labor..poo. The list is endless and don't get me started about the psych patients. At least in path the poo is in a controlled environment 😀
 
joedogma said:
I think bowel duty during autopsy is as bad as it gets in pathology but since you can put on a "space suit" before you have to do it, its not all that bad. The poo that you get from the clinical world is unexpected which makes it the worst kind of poo. A patient passes out...poo...a patient is drunk...poo...a child(any)...poo...woman in labor..poo. The list is endless and don't get me started about the psych patients. At least in path the poo is in a controlled environment 😀

Actually, "as bad as in gets" in path would be the autopsy on the decomposed (or partially decomposed) victim. The less said about it the better, but suffice it to say it can be bad.

A lot of times, if you have a nice autopsy diener they will take care of a lot of the bowel for you. Regardless, there will be some poo you have to rinse out. I still don't think it's nearly as bad as the hospital room with incontinent older person with c diff. Autopsy is a much more controlled environment.
 
In the words of Eric Cartman, "Talking poo is where I draw the line, Screw you guys I'm going home"
 
AndyMilonakis said:
In the words of Eric Cartman, "Talking poo is where I draw the line, Screw you guys I'm going home"

Yeah I guess I've been desensitinized, in the words of the President.

You're right. Poo is gross.
 
This thread is causing flashbacks to all my horrible poo experiences in med school. Off the top of my head, here are my top three worst poo moments:

#1 Operating on a ruptured bowel abscess

#2 Cystoscopy on an incontinent elderly woman

#3 Poo during delivery (now that's just wrong - it's supposed to be a happy moment, why go and ruin it with poo)
 
Thankfully, I have never had to deal with rectal disimpaction. And since I'm going into Pathology, I never will, hahahaha! Unless I happen to come across it during my one-month Medicine Sub-I. And I probably will now that I've mentioned it, doh!
 
stormjen said:
Thankfully, I have never had to deal with rectal disimpaction. And since I'm going into Pathology, I never will, hahahaha! Unless I happen to come across it during my one-month Medicine Sub-I. And I probably will now that I've mentioned it, doh!

If you do come across that issue during your SubI, make the nurse do it!
 
I'm doing SubI's now and on the virtue of having decided to go into pathology and making it clear to the senior residents and attending, they don't really make me do anything. They leave the ball in my court. It's a nice feeling. I'll admit patients because otherwise I'll be bored; however, I won't go above cap. When they ask me to do lines, I will do one attempt, fail miserably, and hand the line equipment to the senior gracefully thanking him/her for letting me have a go at it. If they ask me to do rectal disimpactions, I will gracefully decline. Scooping out poo is where I draw the line 🙂 .

Life is wonderful. I can't wait to start path residency next year and be done with all of this med school crap. 5.37 weeks of subI responsibilities left!
 
Crepitus Fremitus said:
I must admit to some perplexity, AM, at your seeming repulsion from poo-related doings-- given your previous, apparently execrable, and now contraband username.

Your virtual essentia gains complexity.

Intriuging. 😀

Perchance, the loathing of poo and the inherent fascination with poo is not that unusual. After all, women always say how much they hate biker dudes with tattoos who cheat on their women, drink beer all day, and have little to no future job prospects. Yet, these are the same guys who end up in love triangles because too many women want them. Of course, Andy is not a woman. But human nature is universal.

Perhaps it is the phenomenon of being repulsed, yet being unable to look away?
 
yaah, thanks for bailing me outta that one.

and yes, i am not a woman.

back to gaming...SubI days when there are no admits and you get to leave at 3 pm....THOSE DAYS RULE BABY!
 
I can't believe my luck. After reading this thread yesterday, today I had my very first autopsy/poo experience. Henceforth, I will avoid threads about unpleasant subjects.
 
stormjen,

I guess you won't be seeing me saying poo over and over again then...

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Sorry to hear about your run-in with poo. One question for ya if you happen to stop by this thread again...Was it nutty? Was it Corny? Was it Greenish-Brown? Did Mr. Hankey say Hoooowwwwwdeeeee-ho?
 
Crepitus Fremitus said:
I must admit to some perplexity, AM, at your seeming repulsion from poo-related doings-- given your previous, apparently execrable, and now contraband username.

Your virtual essentia gains complexity.

Intriuging. 😀

Upon further deep thought and reflection (well not really 🙂 ) about your comments Crepitus, poo is fine. Poo is to be respected. I mean all in all, it's hot and it's steaming.

But sticking my finger in some old dude's bunghole is how shall i say...no thanks.
 
A tip to up and coming path residents: when you run a bowel and drain the poo into the sink, be sure and duck when you turn on the disposer.
 
I would now like to announce that I have hearby ascended to a mental and moral level beyond the scope of this thread. Thus, I shall no longer be posting about poop and how wonderful or dreadful it is. As a newly minted MD, I feel that I have the right to avoid discussing poo. As a newly minted MD, I should also like to add that feces is a noble substance, one that the body creates by adding and subtracting from ingested matter such that nutrients can be extracted and harmful products eliminated. A wealth of information can be found in someone's waste. I should wonder though, if the body is so great why can't it convert waste into something useful instead of discarding it? And why does the body make it smell so?

Nah, never mind. I'm still a 10 year old at heart. I just watched that South Park where Cartman figured out if you stick food up your butt you get poo coming out the mouth. :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
 
Bowel duty essentials:
1. thick respirator mask over nose and mouth
2. face shield
3. breathe through your mouth!!!

(the only plus side: you can talk about how terrible it smells without worrying about offending the "patient")
 
Brilliant tip Doctor B....simply brilliant....wouldnt have thought of it till the actual experience i guess....you learn SOMETHING everyday!
Regards
Quant
 
Crepitus Fremitus said:
This sounds like the voice of experience.

Maybe you need a bigger......uh....*leaning in closer, fertive look over shoulder*...shhh......bitchseat.

OK, Ok. I'm outa here!

you know, yaah in previous posts has mentioned that he needs a gf. however, i suppose one should not go as far as to assume that he currently doesn't have any girlfriend(s).
 
When I was an autopsy tech before med school I had the worst..poo experience...ever. Decide not to wear the big ol' plastic welding mask since the pathologists were giving me a hard time. Running the bowel of old dude with freakin cement turds separating out the runs. Go to flush the hopper but fail to take the spray nozzle out first. Get douched with dead old dude toilet water from head to toe.

Never done a post without the face shield since.
 
AndyMilonakis said:
you know, yaah in previous posts has mentioned that he needs a gf. however, i suppose one should not go as far as to assume that he currently doesn't have any girlfriend(s).

I was going to quote Augmel's post but realize that seeing that once is enough. I pity you. That is one of the more unfortunate stories I have heard. You have been baptized. In nomine patri, et filii, et spiritu Virchow. Amen.

But anyway, Andy, I have just moved to this new land from far far away. And I moved here alone. No long distance relationship either. I am not a two timer. If I had a girlfriend, I shant be searching for a new one while still maintaining the charade with the old one. Or should I say, the former one. Never refer to a woman as old or face the consequences.

And Crepitus, alas. While I may never have lost a femme to the biker dudes, in college I did witness a few go running to an acquaintance of mine who bathed once per week, was deathly afraid of the sun, was melancholy to the point of approaching a consumptive John Keats, and was very rarely without an incendiary device of various sorts in his yellowed fingers. Yet he was reportedly attractive, which I could not tell because I rarely saw his eyes behind the ropes of hair. Thus, verily did the women flock to him and beg to sit at his feet whilst he read from Whitman or Salinger (two different authors, perchance, but rebels, and there's the rub). How does a woman who bathes frequently, professes a love of friendliness, and keeps up her appearance well flock to such a miscreant. The gods did not tell. They merely pointed their crooked fingers in his direction, booted my ass out the door, and blew the door shut with a mighty gust of wind. It is not about the size of one's bitchseat. It is about something else, perhaps mysterious.
 
yaah said:
But anyway, Andy, I have just moved to this new land from far far away. And I moved here alone. No long distance relationship either. I am not a two timer. If I had a girlfriend, I shant be searching for a new one while still maintaining the charade with the old one. Or should I say, the former one. Never refer to a woman as old or face the consequences.

I know man...I was just messin. Alas, another day begins 🙁
 
Crepitus Fremitus said:
Or, maybe your question is the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything, and you have given the final output of the Second Greater Computer, called Earth, which was thought to have been destroyed by the Vogons during their construction of a hyperspace bypass (but as everyone knows was really destroyed at the behest of a consortium of philosophers and psychiatrists who feared for their jobs should the meaning of life become common knowledge).

Oh my God, I was wrong!
It was Earth, all along.
You've finally made a monkey out of me.


I figured it had been a couple of months since the last simpsons or planet of the apes reference, so what the heck.

I always thought the ultimate question of life was, "Why do bad things happen to good people?" But I guess that is more of a question for the religious. For right now, the ultimate question does revolve around why the females of the species desire Those Who Are Bad For Them (TWABFT). I, for one, have never understood the attraction of the TWABFT (or TWABFM, if them becomes me). But what the heck.
 
I helps to work in a place with a good ventilation system. Be careful not to stick your head under the autopsy table in case you have to pick up something from under the table.

Yep, nothing is as bad as a decomposition case at the ME's office.
 
You have not lived until you have seen pseudomembranous colitis in situ.
 
Matte Kudesai said:
You have not lived until you have seen pseudomembranous colitis in situ.

It's a peach, ain't it? One of the final specimens I got during my PSF was a total colectomy which was 90% pseudomembranous colitis - all the attendings came to see it.
 
yaah said:
Perchance, the loathing of poo and the inherent fascination with poo is not that unusual. After all, women always say how much they hate biker dudes with tattoos who cheat on their women, drink beer all day, and have little to no future job prospects.

Crap. (No pun intended.) You just described my boyfriend to a T. Except for the cheating part, one hopes. And I guess his job prospects, while not stellar and lucrative, are plentiful. Eh. He's a nice enough guy, and extremely amusing in a Jackass sort of way.

My friends and family pretty much don't get it. Why don't you date your own kind? they ask. Well, the medical students/doctors I have dated have been extreme pathological liars, wildly insecure, emotionally ******ed, sharers of disease, and don't have a clue as to handle a woman, in any way, shape, or form. No offense to you luscious men reading this right now. Maybe I just had a bad sample. But ugh. Done with them for now. My dude, while certainly no rocket scientist, is good company, makes me laugh and do other things. Who can complain?
 
cookypuss3 said:
My friends and family pretty much don't get it. Why don't you date your own kind? they ask. Well, the medical students/doctors I have dated have been extreme pathological liars, wildly insecure, emotionally ******ed, sharers of disease, and don't have a clue as to handle a woman, in any way, shape, or form.

I'm not a big fan of the med student/resident pool either. Many do fit the characteristics you describe. Of course, that also describes people in every branch of life. I much prefer heiresses and supermodels. 😀 Maybe that is why I am single. Waiting for the supermodel convention. Of course, they tend to hang with rockstars and biker dudes. Maybe I will become a biker dude, the problem being that I haven't met many 6'5" biker dudes. Actually, no, I don't really like supermodels. Too fake. I much prefer a real woman who enjoys laughing and making fun of people as well as a good steak once in awhile. Thought I found her but alas, @#$!ing surgery clerkship.

Books on poo? :scared:
 
yaah said:
Actually, "as bad as in gets" in path would be the autopsy on the decomposed (or partially decomposed) victim. The less said about it the better, but suffice it to say it can be bad.

I must quote myself because today we had an autopsy on an elderly man found dead at home having been dead about a week.

I no longer fear poo. Bring it on.

I will say no more for fear of scaring a few of our less experienced post viewers. I should say, however, that decomp post-mortems are kind of rare, and with a face mask and some vics it is tolerable. The Med Examiner, however, was a true manly man. He probably would have skipped wearing gloves if he wasn't required to. Scrubs and a skimpy plastic apron. No mask. No goggles. Fortitude.
 
deschutes said:
Mesdames et monsieurs.. Is there any doubt that this guy will make a most excellent pathologist?

I want to be a compassionate and competent pathologist 😀
 
Actually I wonder about your choice of words...

"Live poo!
Breathe poo!
Love poo!"

No eat poo. Is goot.

Breathe poo though... I knew some tots who did that on their way here.
 
deschutes said:
Actually I wonder about your choice of words...

"Live poo!
Breathe poo!
Love poo!"

No eat poo. Is goot.

Breathe poo though... I knew some tots who did that on their way here.

Be one with poo!
Two poo's shall unite to form the ultra-mega-mega poo!
 
Ruptured viscus in a patient who has been dead for a week.

I almost hurled in my mask.


I think I can still smell it four days later.

Daaaaang, why does feces smell so horrible?

I mean sh*& that stuff is rrrrraaaaankkkk.

Are there masks that filter out the smell of feces?
 
YESSSSSSS!!!!!! The poo thread is back!

I was in a similar experience at the autopsy table. The middle picture of my avatar was my facial expression when I too smelled the potent scent of poo.
 
Is it just me, or doesn't one's own poo smell as bad?

I mean, we complain about the smell of poo all the time, when heaven knows we smell our own pretty darned regularly - I hope - and yet do not puke our guts out.
 
I know this is probably to much info. but I am a double flusher therefore avoiding the stank of rank.

I try to avoid feces smell at all junctures (unless changing my kids diaper).

Baby poop smells OK. I think its the meat that festers and turns into the nastiest stuff in the universe.

all those chemicals like cadaverine and the various amino compounds that smell like arse.
 
Matte Kudesai said:
I know this is probably to much info. but I am a double flusher therefore avoiding the stank of rank.
I'll continue this thread for Andy's benefit, and to indulge my own urge (ha!) to play devil's advocate. I think you would have to ask the next person who used the toilet if that technique actually got rid of the smell. I don't think there is any other way to disprove my point that we all seem pretty immune to our own smells.

I read somewhere (and this is probably not new to you guys) that medical students choose a specialty based on what bodily secretion they hate the least.

I wonder if this is true of pathologists. Seems like the fluid we do not really see is pee. Since I am not (yet) a pathologist, do you guys hate pee? :idea:
 
Pee does not bother me.

Ascites aint purty

Neither are purulent effusions

But toxicmegacolon in the sun.............


feces...... feces have a respectful place in my experiences.

There are not too many things that can cause instahurl.

I have not done forensics yet and I have heard that the smells emanating from that field can curl your toes.
 
I don't hate pee. Pee is generally a sterile substance, despite its negative connotations. Pee doesn't bother me. My fluid of disgust is liquid poo, aka diarrhea, aka liquid farts, aka explosive diarrhea, aka the runs, aka "loose stools" in the parlance of clinicians, aka c-diff colitis, aka the "flying axehandles" (If you are in Prince Edward Island), aka steaming liquid ****.

I don't like poo. I don't know how that rumor got started. Poo and I are not on speaking terms. It is sticky, smelly, and just looks gross. If I encounter it, I will deal with it but not enjoy it. If poo gets on my gloves, I generally change them immediately and turn the hose on the poo.

I also dislike nasal discharge. Particularly when it is green or yellow/green.

I admire bile. Perhaps that is that I am a bilious personality. A good bile filled gut is a nice change. I also admire blood, particularly when it spills all over the place. Unless of course it is my blood. Then I want it back. I also dislike the blood that comes along with the baby and the placenta. For some reason that blood is brutally stinky.

But yes Matte, our decomp case last week did curl the toes. I went home and was in the shower for a half hour (Hey, what a rhyme! In the showa for the houah, usin' soap that smelled like a flowa.

Thus, unless something piques my interest, this will be my final post on this thread.
 
yaah said:
I don't like poo. I don't know how that rumor got started. Poo and I are not on speaking terms. It is sticky, smelly, and just looks gross. If I encounter it, I will deal with it but not enjoy it. If poo gets on my gloves, I generally change them immediately and turn the hose on the poo.

You talk (or once talked) to poo too? OMG, I've been praying to poo every night before I go to bed. I've also been sacrificing goats for the sake of poo's happiness and blessings. And poo hasn't said a word to me. I guess I'll have to wait 'til Christmas and eat lots of fiber. Then I hope poo will share its wisdom with me.
 
Andy
You are really something in your devotion to poo....I have never seen anyone who adores and is so obsessed by poo.

Keep the devotion going....

:laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

Quant
 
quant said:
Andy
You are really something in your devotion to poo....I have never seen anyone who adores and is so obsessed by poo.

Keep the devotion going....

:laugh: :laugh: :laugh:

Quant

Amen brutha!
 
I found it!!! I remember coming across this while misadventuring through the poo thread...

yaah said:
How does a woman who bathes frequently, professes a love of friendliness, and keeps up her appearance well flock to such a miscreant. The gods did not tell. It is not about the size of one's bitchseat. It is about something else, perhaps mysterious.
I've killed my share of neurons - I never got it either. I've since decided to crack my neurons on far worthier things.

Two years ago I couldn't figure out why fairly decent girls would be attracted to irresponsible inconsiderate uncommunicative antisocial guys.

Now I simply believe that girls who like irresponsible inconsiderate uncommunicative antisocial guys, deserve them. And by such choice, render themselves slightly lacking. Of course, they probably have a lot of growing up to do.

Whack me, but you don't have to agree with me - neither makes any sense otherwise.
 
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