Operations

Age 15-- Arthroscopic surgery for ligament repair, left knee
Age 16-- Arthroscopic and traditional incision surgery for ligament and cartilage repair, left knee
Age 27-- Emergency induction then cesarean section
 
Oh and this isn't surgery but it was pretty serious:

I got up at about midnight and went no my next door neighbour's wooden slide that his dad had built. I went down it a massive splinter went straight into my big toe 2" or so deep (which was far since I was only 8-10)...it went all septic and I had to get it lanced out at the doctors. I was screamin my head off! Yellow gunge everywhere.

But apart from that...nothing serious.
 
After reading this thread, I'm feeling a wee bit green!

Hospital Admissions:

- Long term secret crush on Dr. Ross (Clooney)
- I spilled coffee on the carpet
- I stole a magazine not once but twice
 
I've only had stitches for some minor cuts. I been lucky considering my family history: cardiovascular disease on my dad's side, cancer on my mother's side.
 
anyone ever had sex in a hospital???????...........I have

I have heard of patients getting blowjobs from male nurses. It seems the oddly ideal place for a sex romp I must say. They always have KY convieniently handy, stirup tables and gloves too and all those kinky exam instruments. I have had female nurses insist on giving me prostate exams at doctor offices so it does not suprise me that you would have an encounter there.
 
About 3 years old, I managed to step on a metal rake with both feet while barefoot. Many stitches.

About 4 years old, I went in for plastic surgery. I was born with a third ear, essentially, or pieces and parts of what would have made a third ear if perhaps I'd cooked longer than my 10 months. (I held on for a month and 2 days past my due date. I knew I wasn't a gemini, dammit.) So they stitched up the wee hole (one stitch), took off the extra tragus part, and took off the extra lobe that attached to my regular lobe. They also pierced my ears while I was under.

In second grade (7 years old?), I broke my left arm in 3 places and was fractions of an inch from a compound fracture. (My forearm was in the shape of a stair step.) Needed surgery align the bones.

Numerous oral surgeries for the wisdom teeth of doom.
 
May 1996 - Tubal ligation (elective)

March 2003 - Gall bladder removed

June 2003 - Was in the hospital for a week in critical condition (very near death) for a severe infection (abscess) - had a tooth removed and abscess drained under general anesthesia after the antibiotics stabilized my condition - it was a very close call to "Make peace and say good bye to your family and friends"... They were checking my blood count every hour or two and used every vein I had available to draw blood out of! I was also on an IV of morphine at the dosage they give to terminal cancer patients, as well as the strong antibiotic, and hydration, since I was unable to eat or drink anything (even water) for over a week.
 
Birth - Circumcised, needed stitches (the motherfucker)
17- Outpatient surgery to remove 4 impacted wisdom teeth under general anesthesia

Other than root canal, and I swear I'm knocking wood here, nothing else.
 
Strangely enuff' I never got wisdom teeth either S.P.. But I was sick and fortunate enough, to have sex, in the various hospitals I was in, many times during my lousy stays,although the hot sex did make me feel a whole lot better!:naughty: I don't think it endeared me to the staff though!:rolleyes:
cigarbabe:saevilw:
 
I've only had stitches for some minor cuts. I been lucky considering my family history: cardiovascular disease on my dad's side, cancer on my mother's side.

I think people get stitches when they don't really need it. I fell and hurt my head when little and bled but did not need stitches. I have thick scar near my knee where I cut myself on a metal table and did not get stitches.

Once in a darkened room I went to pick up what I thought was peice of plastic wrap. Mind you when you pick up someing like this you pon't pick it up gingerly. Turns out it was a peice of glass. Still did not need stitches. The body heals itself and blood clots. Many times stitches are overused.
 
Bilateral inguinal hernia repair when I was 28. The scars you can see on my lower abdomen in some of my pics are not from a C-section. I've never been pregnant or had kids.

Inguinal hernias run in my family. I got my first at age 13, and I had seven of them (four on the right, three on the left) by the time I finally had them all surgically repaired eight years ago. This involved one incision on each side, so the scars are not continuous like a C-section scar, but often appear to be at first glance.

I have had no problems since, and the surgeon said that because I have kept myself so fit, and have such strong abdominal muscles, he was able to do an excellent repair, and I should never have problems with hernias again.
 
Birth - Circumcised, needed stitches (the motherfucker)
17- Outpatient surgery to remove 4 impacted wisdom teeth under general anesthesia

Other than root canal, and I swear I'm knocking wood here, nothing else.

I wish I'd gotten my impacted wisdom teeth removed that way. If I had, I probably wouldn't have had the abscess that nearly killed me.

I've had the bottom two wisdom teeth (both impacted) removed. The left side shortly after the abscess, when I had regained enough health to have it removed (it got infected anyway!), and the right side two years later. I still have my wisdom teeth on the top, but they are both impacted too. I just hope they don't cause problems like the bottom left one did.
 
Some negative experiences entrusting some incompetent doctors and medical professionals in childhood have made me wary of the many quacks in the medical establishment who have absolutely no understanding of my body.

Concur.

Over the years my trust and respect for the medical profession has steadily declined for all the reasons you listed, earl. I've been subjected to inexcusable negligence and occasional incompetence by medical people who make a hell of a lot more money than me.

I once thought I could trust the doctors and other caregivers assigned to heal me but bitter experience has shown me that I've got to maintain a constant, skeptical watch over everything they do. I've got to be my own doctor as much as I am capable. I often feel I have to look up definitions, diagnosis and treatment plans and evaluate them for myself before agreeing. Sad, but necessary.

Why? Becayse medicine, as it tends to be practiced today, is doled out with an "assembly line" mentality by just about everyone involved. There doesn't seem to be much oversight or quality control involved until there's a serious fuck-up, often discovered first the patient.

I'm not sure this is directly the fault of the caregivers (it probably has more to do with HMOs, insurance and liability influcence on costs) but the sad fact remains that I don't feel I can just automatically trust the care I'm getting.