Neanderpundit

of many hospitals, this one was among the best, albeit populated by people whose grasp of the obvious was tenuous at best.

“take off your clothes and put themin the closet there’

“all of them?”
“yes, everything.”
“Um..”
“What?”
“It’s my hands. They’re operating on my hands”
“we still need you naked. I’ll leave the room if you’re..”
“Look. I have zero modesty. If you’d like to see my wedding tackle, just ask, I’m only too happy to show it to you. But theyre operaing on my HANDS. I have a shortsleeved shirt, I shouldnt even have to take THAT off”
“no, you have to be naked, those are the rules”
“And after this, when I’m naked, and both of my hands are effectively giant tootsie Pops, will you be pulling up my underdrawers for me?”
“No, we will leave you so you can dress yourself”
“…”

The medical profession may have something of a clue as to how to cure people, but what they have in skill they lack, utterly, in common sense.

probably wont win any prizes but i got’er clean. damn that hurt plenty. at least supposedly the pain of this will go away.

the pain that used to wake me up at night is completely gone, to be replaced by “not being able to grasp anything without horrendous pain” pain.

i’m assured that pain will disapear. its interesting to be able to sleep through the night. well, my bladder woke me but not my hands.