Journal of Nursing Jocularity

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Nursing Humor: Has This Happened To You?

Did you ever work with a doctor who you didn’t like when you first met, but once you got to know him…you HATED HIM?

Did you ever notice that when the doctor is wrong, it’s the nurse’s fault, but when the nurse is wrong, it’s the nurse’s fault?

Have you ever had a patient come into the clinic five minutes before closing time with a complaint they’ve had for a week or more?

Isn’t it weird how when you tell a psychiatrist his patient is completely and totally non-compliant in taking his medication, he inevitably raises the medication dosage?

Wouldn’t you like to meet the people who designed the ‘easy’ and ‘intuitive’ computerized charting system?

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March is National MS Awareness Month

March is National MS Education and Awareness Month. I was searching for some light-hearted content to share, and found the GotMS? Humor Page – there’s some great introductory information on humor and health management, as well as some jokes.

I like this one, although it’s got way more to do with IT than MS!

True story from the WordPerfect Helpline!

This is a true story from the WordPerfect helpline. Needless, to say the helpdesk employee was fired: however, he/she is currently suing the WordPerfect organization for “Termination without Cause.”

Actual dialog of a former WordPerfect Customer Support

Employee: “Ridge Hall computer assistant; may I help you?”

Customer: “Yes, well, I’m having trouble with WordPerfect.”

Employee: “What sort of trouble?”

Customer: “Well, I was just typing along, and all of a sudden the words went away.”

Employee: “Went away?”

Customer: “They disappeared.”

Employee: “Hmm. So what does your screen look like now?”

Customer: “Nothing.”

Employee: “Nothing?”

Customer: “It’s blank; it won’t accept anything when I type.”

Employee: “Are you still in WordPerfect, or did you get out?”

Customer: “How do I tell?”

Employee: “Can you see the c:prompt on the screen?”

Customer: “What’s a sea-prompt?”

Employee: “Never mind. Can you move the cursor around on the screen?”

Customer: “There isn’t any cursor: I told you, it won’t accept anything I type.”

Employee: “Does your monitor have a power indicator?”

Customer: “What’s a monitor?”

Employee: “It’s the thing with the screen on it that looks like a TV. Does it have a little light that tells you when it’s on?”

Customer: “I don’t know.”

Employee: “Well, then look on the back of the monitor and find where the power cord goes into it. Can you see that?”

Customer: “Yes, I think so.”

Employee: “Great! Follow the cord to the plug, and tell me if it’s plugged into the wall.”

Customer: “Yes, it is.”

Employee: “When you were behind the monitor, did you notice that there were two cables plugged into the back of it, not just one?”

Customer: “No.”

Employee: “Well, there are. I need you to look back there again and find the other cable.”

Customer: “Okay, here it is.”

Employee: “Follow it for me, and tell me if it’s plugged securely into the back of your computer.”

Customer: “I can’t reach.”

Employee: “Uh huh. Well can you see if it is?”

Customer: “No”

Employee: “Even if you maybe put your knee on something and lean way over?”

Customer: “Oh, it’s not because I don’t have the right angle-it’s because it’s dark.”

Employee: “Dark?”

Customer: “Yes, the office light is off, and the only light I have is coming in from the window.”

Employee: “Well, turn on the office light then.”

Customer: “I can’t.”

Employee: “No? Why not?”

Customer: “Because there’s a power outage.”

Employee: “A power….A power outage? Aha! Okay, we’ve got it licked now. Do you still have the box and manuals and packing stuff you computer came in?”

Customer: “Well, yes, I keep them in the closet.”

Employee: “Good! Go get them, and unplug your system and pack it up just like it was when you got it. Then take it back to the store you bought it from.”

Customer: “Really? Is it that bad?”

Employee: “Yes, I’m afraid it is.”

Customer: “Well, all right then, I suppose. What do I tell them?”

Employee: “Tell them you’re too stupid to own a computer!”

(Have a great MS humor resource? Let us know! We’ll share it with the world!)

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Nurse Humor: Learning to See Funny!

A volunteer at a local hospital who sang songs and told jokes to entertain patients was leaving one day when he said to a patient, “I hope you get better.”

The patient replied, “I hope you get better too!”

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The ability to recognize humor in our surroundings makes it easier to navigate life’s many challenges. If you have diabetes, or have patients who do, you’ll find great tips on how to see the funny in your environment in What’s So Funny About Diabetes?: A Creative Approach to Coping with Your Disease

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Nurse Humor: A Specimen From Barney

Barney was one of the alcoholic street people who regularly frequented our ED for a wide variety of minor complaints. More often than not, his visits were little more than attempts to find shelter from cold, hot, or rainy weather, or to cadge a free meal. He was pleasantly harmless, having long since sacrificed a significant portion of his intellect at the altar of the Great God Thunderbird.

Barney seldom saw the action of soap and water. He usually waited until his legion of lice demanded attention. Barney knew it was bath time when even he couldn’t ignore the itch.

On this particular day, Barney presented with complaints of abdominal and right flank pain. Our new intern decided it was a UTI, or maybe even a stone, and ordered a clean catch urine specimen.

Clean catch kit in hand, I made my way to Barney’s bedside, suspiciously eying his clothes for animate specks. Standing a good six inches beyond even the most Herculean louse leap, I explained to Barney the procedure for obtaining a clean catch urine.

“OK, Barn, pretend my thumb is my unit,” I said, holding a hitch-hiker’s fist out in front of my fly. “You wipe yourself three times – one, two, three – then you pee into the toilet. Stop after a couple of seconds, and tehn you pee a sample into the cup. Got that?”

Barney nodded vigorously, grinning with a mouth that hadn’t been touched by a toothbrush in decades. His teeth had more gaps than a Watergate tape.

“Okay,” I said, “tell me exactly what you’re gonna do.”

Barney held out his thumb, mimicking my gesture. “I wipe myself three times – one, two, three – pee a little into the toilet, stop, and pee into the cup. Right?”

I nodded, not quite able to bring myself to clap him on the shoulder. “That’s it, partner. The john is right down the hall. Go get ‘em, kid.”

As Barney waddled away, I smugly congratulated myself on a job well done. As far as I knew, there were few nurses who had managed to penetrate Barney’s dense Thunderbird fog.

He returned several moments later, sample in hand, and a vague, helpful smile turning up the corners of his mouth. As he approached, I eyed the container, anticipating the usual sheen of slopped urine. Instead, I was immediately struck by the color of the specimen: greenish brown.

I thought, ah, this sucker has hepatitis.

Reaching out with a gloved hand, I took the cup and twisted off the cap.

Big mistake.

A tendril of steam curled languidly from the sample, headed skyward.

I noted the cramped and folded substance within, then met my patient’s thoughtful gaze.

“Barney! This is a turd!”

Another helpful, gap-toothed smile. “Sorry. I just didn’t hafta pee.”

Contributed by Alvin L. Polk, RN

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Whinorrhea! By Elizabeth A. Schultz, RN, BSN

Marsha took a deep cleansing breath before entering Room 519.  It was only midnight, and she already answered Mrs. Gorski’s call light four times.  The evening nurse had given Mrs. G. a Halcion at 9:30 and assured Marsha she would sleep through the night.  Another empty promise.

“What took you so long?” Mrs. G whined.  “I called 10 minutes ago.  What if it had been an emergency?  I could be dead by now..maybe that would be a good thing.  I wish I were dead.”

“Mrs. Gorski,” Marsha said calmly, “I saw your light go on from down the hall.  I finished what I was doing and came directly to your room.  I’ve been in here five times, and I really do need to check my other patients before it gets much later.  Now, what can I do for you?” (more…)

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