In 87 years I have had many hospital episodes, some serious and all with some humor. Instead of showing my scars and bitching about the 'service', I liked to tell about the humor I experienced to forget the not so humorous.
This episode occurred a few years ago when I fell, got knocked unconscious, and was taken to a hospital. This was the 2nd time in a few month's time. As before, they examined me and transferred me to another hospital 'for observation". At the final destination, they parked me in a hallway for about 18 hours. [Funny part is below.]
After 18 hours, with only 6 ounces of ginger ale and a small breakfast, I was given release papers after convincing 2 dissenting out of 10 examining doctors to release me.
The funny part occurred about an hour after the ginger ale. I noticed that a couple of other people parked in the corridor got up and walked to the toilets. I decided to go also. A nurse, viewing me through their glass-enclosed sanctuary, ran up to me and said she would help me walk to the toilet. I told her I was OK, but she insisted. I knew I couldn't spend time arguing, so I let her walk me to the door. She walked me up to the urinal. I thought she was going to leave now and I started to reach into my pants. Instead, she whips out a bottle, looks me in the eye, and says, "Do you want me to hold it?" I said, "No, I'll hold it. You can hold the bottle."

I have a rather pretty nurse practitioner who gives me my annual exam. When she told me she has a somewhat less embarrassing way to check my prostate, I asked, "You mean I can keep my clothes on?"

"Well not exactly," she responded, "you can lay on your side on the exam table."

"That's okay," I went on, "there are probably men out there who pay a lot of money for a good looking woman to do something like this."

"Oh wait," I said thoughtfully, "I AM paying a lot of money for a good looking woman to do this."

Luckily, she had a good sense of humor.

In 87 years I have had many hospital episodes, some serious and all with some humor. Instead of showing my scars and bitching about the 'service', I liked to tell about the humor I experienced to forget the not so humorous.
This episode occurred a few years ago when I fell, got knocked unconscious, and was taken to a hospital. This was the 2nd time in a few month's time. As before, they examined me and transferred me to another hospital 'for observation". At the final destination, they parked me in a hallway for about 18 hours. [Funny part is below.]
After 18 hours, with only 6 ounces of ginger ale and a small breakfast, I was given release papers after convincing 2 dissenting out of 10 examining doctors to release me.
The funny part occurred about an hour after the ginger ale. I noticed that a couple of other people parked in the corridor got up and walked to the toilets. I decided to go also. A nurse, viewing me through their glass-enclosed sanctuary, ran up to me and said she would help me walk to the toilet. I told her I was OK, but she insisted. I knew I couldn't spend time arguing, so I let her walk me to the door. She walked me up to the urinal. I thought she was going to leave now and I started to reach into my pants. Instead, she whips out a bottle, looks me in the eye, and says, "Do you want me to hold it?" I said, "No, I'll hold it. You can hold the bottle."