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Literally Life-Threatening Levels Of Stupidity

, , , | Healthy | November 15, 2021

I work at a hospital switchboard. An emergency services dispatcher has put a caller through who is looking for a patient and insists that they are with us. We have just established that they are not at our hospital.

Me: “I’m sorry, he’s not at this hospital. You need to call back the dispatcher to find out.”

Client: “What’s their number?”

Me: “9-1—”

Client: “Wait! Wait! Let me get a pen. Okay, go.”

Me: “9-1-1.”

Client: “9… 1… 1… Okay. So, do I put my area code in front of that?”

This Hetero Seems Upsetero

, , , , , , , | Friendly | November 8, 2021

I regularly have to go to hospital for eye checks, and my husband usually comes with me. On one of the appointments, I had to fill in a standard diversity form. I went in for my appointment, and my husband stayed in the waiting room, where he overheard an old lady and her daughter discussing the form. The daughter was reading the form out to the old lady and filling it in depending on the old lady’s answers.

He told me afterward that one answer caught his attention.

Daughter: “What sexual orientation do you identify as, Mother?”

Old Lady: “Er… What are the options?”

Daughter: “You’re heterosexual, aren’t you?”

Old Lady: *Indignant* “No, I am not! I like MEN!”

One Door Opens… And Never Closes

, , , , , | Right | November 8, 2021

My wife goes into labor a couple of days before the official due date. I call ahead to the maternity ward, and they have everything ready when we arrive a short time later. My wife and I are ushered into delivery and she is hooked up to the monitors. It’s now just a waiting game.

Not knowing how long this will take, I excuse myself to use the restroom. The rules state that in the delivery wing, restrooms are reserved for mothers-to-be, so I go across to the recovery ward.

As I go to exit the single-person bathroom, I turn the knob, the little button push-lock pops out, and… nothing. The doorknob turns freely in my hand but the locking mechanism remains stuck. I jiggle, re-lock, and unlock again, and try things over and over, but the door won’t open.

Outside, a voice asks if I need help.

Me: “Yes, please. I seem to be locked in the bathroom.

Nurse #1: “I’m a nurse. I’ll call maintenance. Who are you visiting in the recovery ward, so I can let them know?”

Me: “Actually, my wife is over in delivery, ready to give birth.”

Nurse #1: “Oh! Oh, my! You’re going to miss the birth of your child! [Nurse #2], [Nurse #3], quick! Tell maintenance it’s an emergency!”

This draws every nurse on the ward.

Nurse #2: “What should we do?”

Nurse #3: “Should we call the fire department?”

Me: “No! Please don’t do that! That would be a disturbance for everyone. I’m sure maintenance can figure it out.”

Maintenance did arrive. There was no way to disassemble the lock from the outside, the door hinges were on the inside with no way to pass me a tool, and there was no window to escape. Eventually, two maintenance workers used crowbars to pry off the doorframe and remove the door completely.

I sheepishly left the scene of destruction under the gaze of several families who had come to visit their newborns and went back in time to see my son being born.

Things went well, and of course, we were moved to recovery after his birth. For the next twenty-four hours, with each shift change of doctors and nurses, the story of why the door of the bathroom was leaning against the wall just spread. Our OB-GYN arrived the next day, fully briefed on what had happened, and constantly teased me about it. My wife found it hilarious.

The story continues. As our town was building a new hospital at the time, large maintenance work in the old hospital, such as replacing broken doors, was not a priority.

We returned several times over the next few months for wellness checks and breastfeeding advice. The door was never fixed, and everyone knew it was me. I thought I would never live it down until the new hospital was finished and the old one was torn down almost a year later.

Overly Framed The Search For Her Frames

, , | Right | November 2, 2021

I work at the patient enquiries/information desk at a large hospital. Among other things, we keep a small collection of non-valuable lost property items found in our general vicinity. This conversation happens via phone.

Me: “Good morning, patient enquiries.”

Caller: “Yesterday, I came to the hospital, and I went to [Clinic], and then I went to [Café], and then I went to the bathroom, and then I sat outside, and then…”

The caller proceeds to tell me every detail of her day while I “mmhmm” along, neglecting to actually mention the reason for her call.

Me: “So, how can I help you?”

Caller: “Oh, I can’t find my glasses. I had them at the café, and then outside, and then—”

Me: *Cutting her off* “What do they look like?”

Caller: “Oh? Umm… They look like reading glasses.”

Me: “What colour are they?”

Caller: “Oh, umm, hmmm… like the colour of the frames? Oh, umm, let me see I don’t know. Black?”

Me: “Okay, yes, I did have some black reading glasses handed in yesterday. They were found outside. They could be yours?”

Caller: “Yes, yes! Are they mine?”

Me: “Well, I don’t know if they are yours. You will have to come and have a look at them.”

Caller: “Yes, yes! I will send my sister-in-law to pick them up tomorrow!”

The call ended. I have no idea if these are the correct glasses or if the sister-in-law will even know what the glasses look like. I’ve left a note for the weekend crew wishing them luck!

Suffering From The Disease Of Ignorance

, , , | Right | November 1, 2021

I am working at one of the entrances of a hospital, handing out masks and asking health crisis screening questions. It’s been a year and a half since the health crisis started, and we’re in the thick of the fourth wave.

A woman comes in the door, and while she’s sanitizing her hands and putting on a mask, we have the following conversation.

Visitor: “It’s getting serious, hey?”

Me: “What’s getting serious?”

Visitor: “All this health stuff is getting serious, hey?”

Me: *Pauses* “If you just want to head down that hallway…”

I was so confused. What rock had she been living under?!