I'm currently just in the works of most likely switching over to pre-med, I've had an interest in medicine for years though. However, I really must say these two threads are absolutely hilarious. Nothing but appreciation for what you guys have to put up with. Next time I find myself in the ER (I'm a high level Gymnast, so it could be soon) I just may have to remember to bring a pizza or Chinese with me. 🙂
If you develop a sore on your scrotum, by all means come on the internet rather than scheduling an appointment with your doctor and ask "IS THERE A DOCTOR HERE?!" When you then describe to me what sounds more like herpes or a simple sore/bug bite (odd place to have one I know.. but I did once. Don't ask hah.) by all means say "Oh ok, well that makes me worry less. I've been crying all night thinking I had cancer on my balls man, herpes is much better." Don't be surprised and start crying again when I tell you there is no cure for Herpes. I have no idea whatever came of him.
This happened while I was in High School. If you have a trip to Italy scheduled for vacation and are bringing your mother (my grandmother) along, please ask the doctor whether or not she had a stroke, as she WILL lie to you about it. Then once in Italy, ignore your constipation for 4 days so that at 1.30am your son (my father) can drive you to the closest hospital (hour and a half away) so you can be prescribed some sort of laxative. Once you are back at 4am, by all means take 5x the amount the doctor told you to, so 6 hours later you can lose complete control of your bowel, all over the couch and floor of the villa your son has rented and let you stay at for free; thus completely ruining the couch, and I would assume permanently staining the floors, as we were unable to completely remove the marks from the tile. Furthermore, lie to your family about the amount you took, and have your son bring you back to the hospital with the medication in hand. Once the Italian doctor sees how much you took, he can laugh [in your face] and ask "Were you drinking it from a glass??" while you pitifully cry because of your own idiocy.
Furthermore, when you're in a public place, make a HUGE scene by screaming at the top of your lungs, and hitting your son, when he tells you that upon returning home to America, you should really make an appointment with your doctor to have a full physical done.
That was a really, really fun trip.
Oh, and doctors.. If a 5 year old boy is brought in with a torn open chin from falling off his bike, and scraping it on the pavement, do not suddenly say "That is the most horrible thing I've ever seen" when you look at my chin and can see the bone. At 5 years old, it's really not going to help me. 😀 Needless to say, I took I believe it was 21 stitches from that wonderful fall.