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The Most Embarrassing Podiatry Moment Ever??

Discussion in 'Podiatry Trivia' started by TedJed, Dec 16, 2009.

  1. TedJed

    TedJed Active Member


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    Is it just me or do other podiatrists have awkward or embarrassing moments in their practice?

    I went to considerable effort to get a w/b x-ray to determine categorically if, and by how much, a patient’s LLD was. His physio said it was 2 cms (by tape measure) and his chiro said 1 ½ inches (but it was the other leg!)

    I promised to be precise – 12 mm was measured by digital x-ray. As a result, I prescribed a 6mm raise to be built into the patient’s new orthoses.

    At the dispense appointment, the patient asked, ‘Isn’t the right leg the short one?’ Without going ‘duh’, I slowly explained why we built up the left side and why the right side was hyper-pronating. (I couldn’t re-check the x-rays because the computer was ‘down’).

    While the patient was booking his review appointment (having paid his fee) I was able to re-check measurements on the server computer when, oh s#!t, I discovered my mistake.

    Dilemma! Did I go out and admit my mistake? Did I wait for his review? Did I ignore it and hope he went away? Aaagh!

    Out I went. My staff could see from my face that something was wrong. I took the patient aside and confessed my error. Silence. The patient waited for the punch-line…

    When the patient realised I was serious, he wanted to know how I could explain my earlier explanation. I was about to do the ‘podiatry shuffle’ when I simply said; ‘I made a mistake.’ He replied with ‘You must feel pretty embarrassed.’ I agreed. We then got on with rectifying the error.

    Is this the most embarrassing professional moment ever? Can you top this?? If you have a more cringe-worthy moment, I’d love to hear about it!

    Ted Jed
     
  2. mondul19

    mondul19 Member

    Walked in on a 300# plus diabetic male with poor hygiene, sitting there in the chair in just his boxers facing the door with one testicle hanging out the leg hole. Disgusted, embarrassed, perplexed, and grossed-out is the short list.
     
  3. Some time ago, one of my very wealthy patients decided to treat her mother-in-law and booked a session for chiropody. Said mother-in-law was quite a character - very loud, outspoken and from Newcastle (which will come as no surprise to anyone in the UK). She was somewhat withering about her daughter-in-law (hanging on the coat-tails of my son etc), but managed to get through the consultation without creating a permanent family rift. Towards the end of the consultation, the daughter-in-law's mobile rang and she went outside to take the call - leaving the battleaxe in the surgery with her Louis Vuitton handbbag. My patient reminded me that her daughter-in-law was paying the £50 fee as she dressed, then accompanied me through to reception, carrying the aforementioned large handbag. The waiting area was full - a dozen patients waiting for our physio, osteopath, hypnotherapist and myself - all in full view of our reception.

    "I'll just get her purse out" said the old dearie - "she'll have plenty cash in here somewhere" as she rooted around inside. Out came the Merc keys, gloves, perfume, hairbrush, make-up bag - and then, amazingly, a 9" Rabbit Vibrator - which was duly held up and inspected with a detached curiosity! Needless to say everyone in the room knew what the battleaxe was holding - apart from herself - and then - with impecable timing - enter said daughter-in-law who was returning from her phone call. . . . .

    I didn't see the outcome - I had to retreat into my suite and promptly fell about the place and took about 10 mins to recover - but the fee was paid and the respective in-laws departed toot sweet - and I've seen neither since. Quite why the delicious lady was carrying said implement around in her Louis Vuitton is another matter altogether - but I am so grateful Mum didn't press any of the buttons on the handle otherwise those other patients in the waiting room might not have made their sessions that morning!
     
  4. Fraoch

    Fraoch Active Member

    Fresh out of school, first NHS job, a little wet behind the ears etc.
    9a.m. in the Geriatric Unit I was asked to go see Mr. "Jones" heel ulcers. They were bad. He was in a chair, either asleep or comatose and had nappies/diapers on both heels to try to mop up the exudate. Smell? You betcha.

    Needless to say my birthday curry from the day before ended up all over both of us. THe Head Nurse came in to see me hugging the sink inthe corner plus the carnage following my attempy to get to the sink and two horrible smells (vomit and decaying flesh make a frightful combo) circulating inthe air. To my embararssement she started laying into this gentleman who had still not yet woken up. How awful for him to throw up on this poor young girl who was trying to help and so on. Oh I felt bad. In more ways than one.
     
  5. In a different life, I was working in a community NHS clinic in London with a GP from Ulster who ran her family planning sessions on the same afternoon. She was a hoot! I really enjoyed working with her - her humour was fantastic! She also had a reputation for being the fasted coil fitter in the home counties. As you do - we used to compete..... and I would always lose. She used to see three patients to my one. No problem.

    One afternoon she appeared at my door - ashen faced. "I'm fecked" she said "well and truly"

    Anxious to keep ahead, she had taken her next patient in from the waiting area, laid her up on the examination couch, pulled on her gloved, smeared some KY over her finger, pulled down the patient's knickers then fished around for the old coil. It wasn't there. She fished around some more - inserted a few more fingers and searched again, and still nothing. She turned to look at the lady who was looking stragely perturbed, before she said......

    "Mr Russell has never done that before - it's my corn that's the problem....."

    Always make sure you have the correct patient in your sights before commencing treatment.....
     
  6. Amazing. The EXACT SAME thing happened to me once.

    I too was disgusted. She should never have walked in on me like that!:D;).

    Ok, here's mine.

    September of 2001. I had a home visit to do before an evening clinic and my car had ceased to function. I had plenty of time, it was only a couple of miles and it was a bright evening so I thought I'd walk. I checked the map and found a footpath which led directly to the home, which in turn was only a stones throw from the clinic.

    The footpath led through a valley. Those who remember the autumn of 2001 will know why this was a bad plan.

    It started well enough. Decent path. Nice surroundings. Dom bag on my shoulder, hat at a jaunty angle I trotted on. The path petered out into a field. The field became sticky. At this point I should have turned back but I was a mile or so in by this point so I forged ahead. It got stickier. Much stickier.

    It was about the time it became technically a swamp that the herd of cattle arrived. In their minds Man + Big bag = Food. Now whilst I come from farming stock, I'm more of a town boy. I'm used to beef on plates or between two baps. I am NOT used to approximately 20 tons of it loping towards me at a steady 12 MPH. The cattle came up to me. They looked at me. I looked at them. I said "shoo". They looked at me some more. I kept walking which by this point would be more accurately described as wading through ankle deep kentish soil, enriched by the herd it sustained. Whenever I got more than about 10 meters from the herd it would suddenly realise I was leaving and trot up to me again. This continued for an objective mile, which took a subjective fortnight.

    So, laughing slightly hysterically, I reached the end of the valley covered pretty much to my knees in mud, having fallen in it a few times, and with my faithful band of bovine groupies trailing optimistically behind. Thus attired I arrived at the patients house...

    Happy days.

    Robert
     
  7. Fraoch

    Fraoch Active Member

    I too have a dom story. Still in first NHS job in South Yorkshire.

    Anyways, I turned up at this deplorable Elderly Housing Community, knocked on the door to which the wife - sobbing as if she was in a pantomime - came telling me "he's dead! He's dead! My Reggie is dead". She was a big lady (I am not) and I struggled to get her inside where indeed; her couched husband had the appearance of no life.

    NOt quite sure what to do I took her to the kitchen and asked about family Dr etc. Confusion corner. I had the phone in my hand ready to dial when she tells me it's the budgie that's dead, her husband just sleeps with his mouth open.

    Treated husband, went back to kitchen to wash my hands, looked for a towel to dry when she comes back in to find me squeezing the lumpy towel that had Reggie inside it. I was mortified, she was horrified. Wanted me to be sacked. Called my boss. Jeez. End result was that i had to bury Reggie and his towel in the back yard. I left there more than a little embarrssed.
     
  8. TedJed

    TedJed Active Member

    Oh wow! The international flavour adds to this to!!

    What about this:

    I'm an experienced grad, nearly 4 months of experience! I'm trying to impress the pod who had employed me. The girlfriend of a mate has an IGTN needing a resection under LA. I've arranged everything. Senior pod asks me if she should assist? 'Oh no! That won't be necessary!' (After all, I'm a 'real' man aren't I? These 2 women should know this...)

    So I'm prepping everything, drawing up the injection (meanwhile the pod decides to remain on the scene). I've injected one side of the toe when I realise, I don't feel so good...? I say 'please excuse me for a minute' and I don't quite make it to the door.

    Instead, I faint, hit my head on the door handle, egads!

    Conclusion; pod completes the procedure. Mate and girlfriend drive me to the local hospital for me to have 6 stitches in my brow but the blood stains on my white coat are not fixable!

    Aaah, maintaining a professional standing can be such hard work!

    Ted Jed.
     
  9. I recall a house visit near Great Yarmouth when I knocked on the door and walked into a house (patient's notes said she was severely disabled and lived on her own - the door always unlocked), opened the sitting room door only to find a middle-aged couple copulating energetically on the hearth rug. The previous occupant - the patient - had died several weeks past and the house was re-let, but nobody had informed the podiatry office...... Coitus interuptus with style!
     
  10. Sometimes the day does not start off so well, really you should just go home.

    1st patient of the morning in a country town 90 km from home, sqatted down to check talus position as was the norm back then. I hear this cracking sound................

    So did the patient the patients mum who started pissing herself laughing. I recon the physio in the next room heard my pants seam split.


    So not being a place I could whip out a buy a new pair of dress pants, found some saftey pins and used a stapler to do the job. No stress got through the day.

    Running late to get home run to the car, jump in...... One of the saftey pins had come undone...... jumped out again very quickly
     
  11. TedJed

    TedJed Active Member

    WOW! Coitus interruptus AND Seamus splittus. Such a dynamic combo!

    What do you think is topping the list so far??

    Here's (another) professional event (I'm worried that I recall so many!?!)

    When establishing a Foot Manipulation treatment plan, we routinely x-ray to rule out the contra-indications and determine the 'pre-treatment objective measurements'.

    I constantly stress to my team the importance of us being super diligent and precise in all we do because there are many people just waiting for us to trip/stuff up and provide evidence that FMT is not a valid treatment.

    So, I'm preparing a treatment plan at 8.00am... the patient is due in at 9.00am and blow me down, there's only one foot x-ray.

    So, I rant and rave about the inefficiencies of the radiology service, my girls cop a serve because they haven't confirmed both feet x-rays. (We routinely request BF even when only 1 foot may be symptomatic. Just like a BME goes through both limbs).

    I'm just about to cancel the appointment, fire my staff and sack the radiology service when Emma (my staff) asks me; '...isn't this the patient who is an amputee?'

    Ooops!
     
  12. Peter

    Peter Well-Known Member

    first job was in darlington, fresh out of college. At the exact moment the pt jumped on the couch, I was pressing the foot pedal to elevate the plinth.

    The plinth just kept going and going until it reached its max. height. The pt had to bend his neck away from the strip light that threatened to melt his face until I could get some help to get him off.

    It was in that very same clinic room I thought i would turn the heating down on the radiator only to turn the wrong valve, and discharge the contents of the radiator onto the clinic floor, very messy!

    I have more stories about transvestites, brothels and dog-dirt and a cracker about dropping my trousers for a wasp if anyone is remotely interested?
     
  13. Always intersted in a brothel , dog and transvestite story that involves you dropping your pants.
     
  14. Peter

    Peter Well-Known Member

    was doing a dom in Co. Durham, to see a pt called Mr ......
    Knocked on the door, as door slowly opened i was staring at the floor, so scanned upwards from the feet.

    Noticed a pair of lime green court shoes, then a pair of legs, stockinged of course. Then a matching lime green pencil skirt, white frilly blouse, and lime green ladies suit jacket. the head was bedecked with a rather fetching grey bouffon wig.

    Hello is Mr ....... in? i asked.

    In a gruff, deep masculine tone, the person presenting in front of me replied "Aye son, thats me"

    I then had to treat Mr cross-dresser in that awkward patient;practitioner mode that you assume when things are odd. The pt himself behaved in the very same manner that the trannies in Little Britain behave!
     
  15. Similar incident happened to me during a nail surgery session at a GP practice in mid Wales when I thought I was operating on the wife of a sheep farmer only to realise - too late - that Georgina was really George and that the excessive dorsal foot hair was in fact perfectly normal......
     
  16. Peter

    Peter Well-Known Member

    once went to a house that had a massive dog turd on the path at the front. I realised i had trod in it when I left a trail on the owners cream carpet, so the only thing I could do was scrape the remaining foul faeces on the pts bottom stair. Never want back to that house funnily enough.

    I was once asked to visit an old lady with ulcers in a house where her daughters sold ahem! sins of the flesh from within the household.

    Now please believe me, I had no prior experience of brothels other than the film "the best little whorehouse in texas".

    I was expecting fine furniture, paid for by desperate lonely sad men in macs, I was expecting fine busty ladies, impeccably dressed and voluptuous, with a warm welcome and comely attitude.

    I wasn't expecting to be greeted by an emaciated middle aged slapper who looked like she had just left a concentration camp, emaciated, and starved for a month, sores on her neck, greyed T-shirt and stained clothes.

    The old lady pt sat on the only piece of furniture in the house (downstairs anyway)
    so I could only kneel on a carpet of doghairs from a pet long deceased.

    The living room doubled as a kitchen, with a few wall units with sod all in them.

    Welcome to the NHS!
     
  17. Wow. You guys win on the cross dressing and brothel stories! :eek:
     
  18. Nat Smith

    Nat Smith Active Member

    Oh, the cross-dresser wins it for me...dressed up "like a laydee...doing laydees things..and ****"
     
  19. Peter

    Peter Well-Known Member

    My ex-colleagues still dine on this very true fact which happened to me, I just don't know if it comes across as funny in written word.

    Day before my holidays to France a few years ago, I was covering a clinic in a sleepy village GP surgery. I hadn't been to that surgery before, so I decided to get there early to familiarise myself with the place. I was driving along the country roads with the radio blasting and the windows down as it was a glorious summers day.

    I arrived, got my gear out of the car and entered the Surgery and announced my presence. The nurse was still in the room so I went back to the car, to eat my lunch and listen to the test match on the radio.

    Whilst in the car, i heard a faint buzzing noise, thinking it must be an overhead plane passing.

    The buzzing persisted, so i looked around but couldn't see anything.

    Still it went on, so i pulled the sunvisor down, only to dislodge a rather large wasp to land on my lap. I couldn't move in case it stung me and not being stung before, I didn't know if i would react, and miss my holiday!

    I waited until it crawled down my leg, so I opened the door and got my leg out so I could shake it off. It didn't shake off, it crawled up my trouser leg. Desperately, I walked stiff-legged back to the surgery and into the nurses room who was writing some note sup. She looked at my expression, and started edging towards the panic button.

    I tried to explain that i had a large wasp up my trouser leg, but she wasn't having it.

    All I could do was remove my shoes, and drop my trousers. Partially convinced the nurse took hold of the trousers ( as if they were contaminated with anthrax!) and wafted them outside, but no wasp came out! She started heading for the panic button again until I tapped out the contents of my shoe, and lo and behold, there was the rogue in all its glory standing at the toe-end of the nurses shoe. She just casually stood on it!

    There she stood, dead wasp underfoot, and me in my underpants with my trousers on the floor outside.


    Such was the popularity of this fact, some colleagues in Northumberland have had it told to them as if it happened to somebody else, like an urban myth.
     
  20. Peter

    Peter Well-Known Member


    I went back!
    this time he was in a silky kimono, and took me into his bedroom ( for some reason which now escapes me)

    There was lots of polystyrene heads with assorted wigs on them, all colours/styles!
    Interestingly, he kept tucking the kimono between his thighs, a bit like ladies do after they cross their legs!
     
  21. TedJed

    TedJed Active Member

    I gotta ask Pete, for whom did you drop your pants? Please don't say it was when you were helping your ma take the washing off the line!?!

    I must say though, the adventures of Home Visits is kindling a sense of adventure. Hi Ho Away!
     
  22. TedJed

    TedJed Active Member

    Oops, you beat me to it. GREAT STORY! I've even heard that myth/legend downunder! Your mates have spread the word far and wide!
     
  23. Crazy thought. How does one give footwear advice to the tranny? Telling him he should not be wearing those heels could be seen as homophobia which is always dangerous, especially when they are bigger than you!!
     
  24. Sammo

    Sammo Active Member

    Guys, This is quite possibly one of the funniest threads I've read on the web for a long while (partially thanks to it being past midnight here and i'm just home from pub). Thanks to every one for their stories..!

    My most embarrasing story comes from when I was a student on placement in East London.. We had a clinic where all the people from an old age home are brought in together and seen one by one til they're all done.

    I was in one of the clinic rooms on my own (being a final year student they were happy for me to start things rolling and come in for the final OK etc...). I had a 91 year old lady come in and sit down in the chair, still a fairly active lady and she was a little cheeky as she came in... Down she sat, put her feet up and I noticed that (thanks to her carer that morning - it being a cold november morning) she had tights on underneath her tracksuit bottoms. I said to her that I needed to get to her feet and that she needed to take off her tights and put her trackys back on afterwards. She said that wouldn't be a problem. I would wait outside until she was done and she should call me in when all was ok.

    I waited outside for about 5 minutes and then knocked on the door and shouted through "is everything OK?" to which she replied "yes you can come in now".

    I walked in to a room to find this lady naked from the waist down with a big smile on her face... I didn't have a clue what to do, so after a few seconds gawping and stammering went to get my clinical educator.

    She then came in and, in a very brusque and business like way, got the lady's tracksuit bottoms handy, moved her off the couch onto the chair beside it to get her dressed. Much to our surprise the patient had managed to leave a little poo sitting on the couch...
     
  25. Peter

    Peter Well-Known Member

    OMG forgot completely about this one.

    I was working in Richmond, N.Yorks. Saw a pt late january who developed an ulcer, and needed checking 2 weeks later. Gave pt his appt, an elderly chap, mid 70s he was.

    His follow up appt was 14th February, St Valentines day, I joked as i gave him the appt card.

    When the day came, after his Rx, he gave me a bunch of flowers, a box of Belgian chocs, and a card with angels/cherubs on, with the words, "Love from George***"

    I have never lived it down!
     
  26. Peter

    Peter Well-Known Member


    Problem was the guy wasn't housebound, he just didn't leave the house to stop the locals lynching him!
     
  27. mondul19

    mondul19 Member

    From this side of the pond again...

    Fourth year rotation through the clinic when an elderly black gentleman arrives. Initial exam reveals obvious vascular compromise, so off to get the clinician. Being early in the afternoon's schedule, Dr. S is summoned and arrives with a host of other 4th years for the exam.

    The setting: the largest clinic of its kind in Chicago, seeing all sorts foot and ankle pathology on a wide variety of patients, from the homeless to the affluent. It is a large open room divided into small cubicles with treatment chairs and side tables in each -- no doors.

    "Mr. Johnson -- we'll need to look at your legs a little further up, so could you please slip off your trousers? We'll step outside -- just call us when you're ready." And the privacy screen is put in place.

    After a few minutes, "Mr. Smith, are you ready in there?"

    "Sure doc. C'mon in."

    You already know... Buck nekkid in the plastic chair beside the table.

    Gathering our professionalism as best we could, in front of a roomful of 20-somethings and Dr. S, "Why don't you have a seat back on the exam chair." Up he goes, not a stitch on.

    "Mr. Johnson, how long have you had this pain..." etc, etc, etc...

    In an effort to determine how high the vascular compromise might extend, the inevitable question from Dr. S.

    "Mr. Johnson, can you get it up?"

    "Waddaya mean?"

    "You have any problems further up?"

    "Waddaya talking about?"

    "Do you have any other problems? You know, getting it up?"

    "Doc -- you mean my weenie?"

    We nearly peed ourselves -- Dr. S included. He had a tough time recommending disciplinary action as he was laughing the loudest.

    C'est la vie...
     
  28. Fraoch

    Fraoch Active Member

    Ah Ted, Jed. Having read your story on fainting + stitches it made me think I have not been hit or tripped by a patient (accidently or otherwise) for some time. Until this morning.

    350+lb man, huge history of your top 10 health problems. Really stinky ulcers, layered compression bandages and the most oedematous feet I think I have seen for a longtime.

    So finally his "shoes" and NEOS overboots came in from shipping dept. Good job as his Nike flip flops don't cut it in -30c weather and 12" of snow. SO there I am in the casting room crouched down trying to compress his feet into these ridiculously overpriced "shoes" adding extra velcro just to get the ends to meet. As his belly is SOOOO huge he can't sit on the chair and have his foot plantigrade. I asked politely if he could help me fit the shoe by trying to get his foot flat at which point he stood up rather abruptly for a man of his size. His large girth moved faster than my reflexes and he sent me flying backwards. THe base of my skull took in the chair edge so now I'm wearing an icepack following a bit of traction from the physios who thankfully share the office with me.
     
  29. Schadenfreude

    Nuff said:D:D
     
  30. TedJed

    TedJed Active Member

    Oh dear Fraoch, I hope I wasn't the premonitionary force that resulted in your minor concussion...

    What's the difference between a minor concussion and a major concussion?

    'Minor' is when it happens to someone else, 'major' is when it happens to oneself!

    Hey Sam, that reminds me...

    Last century, I had an excellent assistant (Jan) who would prep the pt and file would be placed in the holder signalling 'good to go Ted!'.

    In I stroll to meet a New Pt, 63 y.o. 'Dame Mildred ..........' who is seated completely naked from the waist down. Gasp! (How could Jan do this to me? She obviously knew Dame's state of dress!)
    'Excuse me ma'am'. When I turn around, there's Jan holding out a towel for me with the cheekiest 'gotcha!' look I've seen for a long time.

    Ahh, when the tables turn....

    It seems like so many of us have seen more than we bargained for when entering the podiatry profession no matter what side of the pond or lake we reside.
     
  31. chris oakey

    chris oakey Welcome New Poster

    Really concerned you have such a narrow minded view regarding anyone from Newcastle!! You obviously havn,t been to the place, or got to know anyone from there! I,m now wondering if it is only Southerners who carry such items in such pretentious handbags
     
  32. On the contrary, Chris, been to Newcastle many times and love the place. Have no idea what "southerners" carry in their handbags but can assure you I never transport a Rabbit in mine - or even my sporran!
     
  33. TedJed

    TedJed Active Member

    What a hoot! This story has given me the idea for the TV Series:
    'All Features Great & Small'.
    The things our patients have done.:D

    This has my No. 1 vote for 'Embarrassing Moments - The Patient Series'

    Now, I need to vote for 'Embarrassing Moments - The Practitioner Series'

    The tranny stories are good but, do these fit into the 'practitioner' category??:eek:
     
  34. MelbPod

    MelbPod Active Member

    Great Thread....lots of personal moments come mind... ok my best one:

    First year out, went to an aged care facility where I worked sitting side by side with the boss (Male), me (female).
    I had a elderly lady infront of me and the boss bought in his female patient, who had pantyhose on, under trousers as other threads have suggested.
    He asked her politely if she could please remove tham and pop her trousers back on and he would leave the room. So I concentrating intently on my foot infront, ignored the action to my right. My patient started gasping in disgust at what the other lady was doing and shaking her head. I still didnt look (being polite).

    As I could see the lady to my right make herself comfortable in the seat prepared for the podiatrist, I glanced over to give a polite smile to realise pantyhose off, trousers off, underpants off and placed of the armrest of the armchair next to her. She gave me a big grin.

    "Oh sweetheart, you can pop those ones back on if you like.." I said quietly, as my patient was still gasping disgustedly.

    Right then in strode the boss, I said quickly to avoid embarrasment, "umm.. Im not sure we are quite ready"...hint hint.
    "pardon? what?" as he continued marching toward the chair. "oh, oh..." he said as he saw the grinning lady awaiting him.

    Red as a tomato, he said, "oh we can keep those ones on", pointing to the knickers on the arm. She picked them up looking at them, then put them back down and decided she would prefer not too.

    So I stared straight ahead at my patients foot, as my red faced boss went ahead and treated a pantless 85 year old in a room full of females.

    To top it off, as she left he wished her all the BREAST... I couldnt help but let a giggle slip.

    Poor guy! :empathy:
     
  35. healthyfeet

    healthyfeet Active Member

    [Check4SPAM] RE: URL Attempt

    Thanks for those posts. V ammusing.
    I did once arrive to do a N/P Dom when i was working in the NHS to find a hearse had just arrived in the drive! I guess the 2 year waiting list was just a little too long for that patient!
    Martyn Sherman
    www.healthyfeet.co.uk
     
  36. corndolly

    corndolly Member

    This thread is sooo funny, I just cant wait for more!!! I am writing a book about the experiences ,funny, sad or just interesting, of the life of the podiatrist and the experiences of the patient. so if anyone would like to be included either anon, arena name or real name, post your story's here
     
  37. Graham

    Graham RIP

    Back at school, 27 years ago! I was in clinic with the "boys". Needless to say if one of us had a very attractive young lady it was usual for that guy to get a good grilling after the clinic. One such day, we'll call him Allan, he had the most amaizingly beautiful young lady in for an assessment.

    On leaving the clinic she was polite and said good buy. When Allan, who was and is a very hansom guy, pulled back the curtain to clean up his cubicle, the young lady had left her panties on the chair with her telephone number:dizzy:

    I don't think he followed up with her but got a good ribbing from the rest of us!
     
  38. TedJed

    TedJed Active Member

    Are you making things up Graham? These are supposed to be 'true' stories. Allan's experience sounds like something one would read in Penthouse Forum (or so I've been told!?!) ;)

    Ted
     
  39. gaynorbj

    gaynorbj Member

    could not get an answer at my patients house this particular day. knocked and knocked and eventually got an answer from the step son in his dressing gown who had just showered and followed him into the house to find my very elderly female patient who also was in her dressing gown and had just come out of the shower. Well your guess is as good as mine what went on!!!
     
  40. Graham

    Graham RIP

    Ted,

    This is a true one. London Foot Hospital sometime 1984/5. Somethings are worth remembering;)
     
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