I took care of a patient who was a pipefitter and which reminded me of another patient I had long long ago. I looked back through the blog and never mentioned this story before, so here it is.
The patient was rather intoxicated and he said that he had hurt his leg at work. So naturally I asked him what kind of work he does.
“I’m a diesel fitter.”
“You mean a pipe fitter?”
“No, a diesel fitter.”
“Well what does a diesel fitter do?”
“I work on an assembly line in a factory.”
“In a truck factory?”
“No I work in a factory that makes nylon products – like panty hose.”
“Doing what?” [this was the wrong question to ask]
“Weeeellllll … when the panty hose come off the end of the assembly line, I hold them up to the different mannequins and say ‘Yup, diesel fitter.'”
Then he let out this gruff loud laugh that just filled the whole department. It was kind of a cross between a low cackle and a choke. Every time he paused to take a breath, the laugh got a little louder.
Several people wandered over to see what was going on. I got embarrassed and started shaking my head which made him laugh even harder.
“No mercy for you. Motrin and an ice pack. You’re outta here.”
“But … but … doc! I was only kidding! Come on now!”
Then I did my best impression of his cackle/choke.
“You’re all right, doc. You’re all right.”