It
Was Bottoms Up
There were times in
my life that I’ve been surprised when something happened, but then there were
times that I was shocked. One such time was when I was working in the triage
area of the emergency department at Frick Hospital. A man walked in with the
seat of his pants covered in blood. He was pressing a towel tightly against his
bottom. I hurried him inside and helped the other nurses remove his trousers
and underwear while keeping pressure over the area that the towel had been
covering. His pants had an almost three inch rip across the seat of the
trousers. We removed his clothing and began to cleanse away the blood. As we
moved closer and closer to the injury, we were able to see the cut was large
and deep. We needed to see exactly what had been cut and how large it was. Finally,
after much cleaning we changed the towel for a large, absorbent pad. The
laceration of his skin was nearly as long as the rip in his pants.
While
we were cleaning and assessing the wound, the man explained that he had been at
a party and was shoved onto an empty beer bottle that had been left on a chair.
“It shattered and cut me.”
The
glass shard had cut deeply, lacerating his anal sphincter. When the emergency
room doctor saw the depth of the wound, its location, and the severity of it, he
said, “Keep pressure on it and notify the surgeon on call.”
One
of the other nurses started an I. V. and gave a dose of antibiotic. We hurried
to get the man ready for the operating room. I went back to my post in the
triage area.
I hadn’t been there for
long when a teenage girl walked in. She looked about thirteen or fourteen. I
asked her, “May I help you?”
Flippantly and disrespectfully
she said, “Yeah, I’m looking for my old man.” This was in the early 1970’s and
such a cavalier attitude was unusual and unexpected.
“What’s your father’s
name?” I asked.
It was her reply that
nearly bowled me over. I could hardly believe what I’d heard.
Without giving me her
father’s name, she chirped, “He’s the one with the new A**shole!”
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