Me or who?
You. I posted after you. 
Just checking - sometimes people start to reply and then i sneak in between when they started to post and when someone else posted.
I was about 8-9 and had developed some small growths underneath one of my arms. I had not noticed them, my mother had as I was trying on clothes. Once noticed, however, I started touching/rubbing/scratching them as kids will when something new appears. The bumps got red and started to clump - my mom took me to a doctor.
The doctor decided they were benign warts but wanted to remove them to make sure. He scheduled to burn/freeze them off. But the day of the “routine” procedure, the doctor had a mother show up with a choking child (she had given her baby a whole apple, and it was suffocating on the core). The nurse decided to go ahead with my procedure without the doctor present, and didn’t pre-test me for allergies. I had 2 primary clusters - one up by my inner armpit, one on my side by my soon-to-be breast line. The nurse soaked 2 gauzes with the burning solution and placed them on each area simultaneously. I immediately sat up screaming and threw them off.
The nurse scolded me for being a bad patient, and she had me lay back down and re-applied the gauzes. i tried to stand it as long as i could, then sat up screaming again. This was the 70s, when mothers didn’t question doctors, but my mom knew that no kid of hers would act out in public twice, so she hesitantly asked if it was normal for the skin to be such a ceramic white as mine was.
The nurse grew immediately pale and ran out of the room, leaving my mother and I alone. My mom tried to wipe off the acid as best she could with the rough gauze she found, and I went in to semi-shock. The nurse finally returned, pushing the doctor in front of her and hiding behind him.
I loved my doctor. He was so kind and calm. He was from India, and even his face turned pale as he looked at my burns. He applied burn cream and patched me up and sent me home for a few days. The undershirt I had worn to the appointment was originally too big for me (my mom always bought things for us to “grow in to”) but by the time I got home, the straps were digging in to my skin.
I went back a few days later and the doctor examined me and determined i had 2 large burns - some were 2nd degree burns to the 3rd level, most were third degree burns to the 1st and 2nd levels.
The one by my armpit is barely noticeable now - just some slightly wrinkled skin. The one on my breast line is angry and red in places - it didn’t help that I have 40K breasts - as they grew, so did the scar.
Holy. Crap.
yeah, well, whatcha gonna do?
… Won my case on Judge Wapner’s People’s Court
The case was called “A taste of Scampi”.
Scampi was my cat.
She was mauled by a pit bull.
I hate it when they give “cutesy” (punny, maybe?) names like that to shows. I had a friend who was killed and her body subsequently burned to bone fragments and bits of teeth and when Dateline did a show about it, they called it “Tooth or Consequences.” Edit: Sorry, just googled it. It was Forensic Files on Court TV, not Dateline. Dateline did something else but now I don’t remember.
It’s fucking sickening, if you ask me.
Yeah.
I had no warning about the cutesy episode name until cameras were rolling.
My mouth dropped open.
PS: Sorry about your friend. Tragic.
Smoked a fatty, with some sailors, while on a Malay Naval vessel, as it was patrolling, in the South China Sea.
Was also buzzed, by a military helicopter, on a deserted east coast beach, also in Malaysia.
Ew. I’m sorry, that’s just awful.
I must be the only person here who lived in and around New York for almost two decades and never really learned to love and thrive in the place.
In fact, part of me is suspicious that because of my time there, I probably couldn’t realize my full potential anywhere. After so long, my loves, talents, and tastes are so poorly adapted to any other place and yet I can’t stand being there or living the life. It made me deeply pessimistic about myself and my world.
Yet leaving made me suspect that the only alternative to that despair may be another kind of despair - the kind that comes from a certain narrow deadness, a lack of freedom and possibility that seems to settle on any community today that is not dense, chaotic, impersonal, and possessed of a certain arrogance that it is the Center.
New York may well have ruined me - the price some pay for leaving.
She died 11 years ago so it’s not so bad anymore, but I have bitched about that show title a lot and I cry and cry and cry every time I think about/mention it.
It’s just gruesome and wrong, I think, and I can’t believe they actually get away with shit like that without some serious family/public outcry.
Of course, what’s anybody going to do about it, really?
This reminds me: when I was a temp word processor, I worked on two different contracts for Christie Brinkley at two different law firms in one week.
Girlfriend was making some money, lemme tell ya.
observed his own vasectomy.
Oh, and,
When I met my cardiac surgeon on the day before I had my quad CABG, I was pretty nervous and told him about watching the vasectomy procedure some years before. He seemed somewhat impressed. I asked him if I could watch him do the bypass. He didn’t think so.
“Can you take pictures?” I asked. “You bring your camera and I’ll get pictures for you” says the doc. And he did.
You are a truly fascinating human being.
As for me, I’m fairly certain that my entire childhood was a statistical anomaly, but there is no one event by itself that is so unusual, it’s more the vast number of things I experienced taken in their totality.
There’s one thing, maybe, but I honestly don’t know how unusual it is. I bet I’m the only person on this board who testified in a criminal lawsuit at the age of 3. And remembers it.
That is probably the most unbelievable thing I’ve read in this thread. Not that I think you’re lying (I don’t), but I can’t imagine anybody letting a three year old testify.
How in the world were you deemed competent?
While I would hope someone wouldn’t make up random stuff to impress strangers on the internet, making 5 holes-in-one (post #74) seems pretty hard to believe, and if true has got to be close to an all-time world record…
The record for holes in one is over 50.
Wow, shows how little I know about the subject.
I dunno. Depending on that poster’s age and how often he golfs, five lucky shots in a lifetime isn’t all that unreasonable.
Three year old children are not competent witnesses. I don’t know any way around that.