“Forceps…Scalpel…Fire Extinguisher”

by The Good Reverend on April 20, 2005 · 3 comments

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During a heart surgery at a Seattle hospital, a doctor accidentally set his patient on fire

The new face of heart surgery

I really would have loved to be in the waiting room for that conversation.

Concerned wife:  What’s his status, doc?

Doctor:  Well, ma’am, you must understand that he suffered massive third degree burns all over his upper torso.

Wife:  Whaaa?-

Doc: Hmm?  Nothing!  Did I say burns?

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  • http://www.livejournal.com/users/shadwstalkr Shadow Stalker

    The patient died, but it had nothing to do with the fire.  Which, I’m sure, was in no way an indication of incompetence.

  • MonkeeDoo

    An open chest cavity, the bleeping monitors and lights, blue alcohol flames rising from the brushed steel operating table and patient. . . that is SO Metal!

    I can imagine Yngwie Malmsteen bursting through the double doors, his fingers also aflame with the speed of his arpeggios.  Bruse Dickenson, his embarassing turnip bulge in acid-washed jeans, one leg propped up on the defibulator, in a Rock and Roll demand, “Scream for me, Seattle!  Scream for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

    Later, Adam Curry lets the guys from Gun’s and Roses wreck the operating room before the lawyers come to hide all the evidence.

  • http://www.dadsbigplan.com .alphamonkey.

    I’d watch that, but only if Ronnie James Dio and Rob Halford showed up to boot.

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