Compared to my last post, the past few shifts were the complete opposite, and served yet again to remind me why I love this job so much. I only admitted 1 patient in the 20 odd hours I worked, which meant lots of patient turnover, patching up here, splinting there, rub some dirt in it there, basically just moving the meat, as they say. There were a couple of “interesting” patients as well. One I’ll save for another post, the other, was a twenty something exotic dancer. She was coming in with a chief complaint of vaginal bleeding. I think we all assumed she would be the typical first trimester vaginal bleeding, but upon walking into the room, we found a woman in fully stripper garb, wrapped in a towel from the waist down, that had a significant amount of blood on it. Apparently, she had been doing her pole dance routine, and in some way which she could not explain, got signficant lacerations on both her labia. In the ED, she was in a lot of pain, and actually required conscious sedation before we repaired them. I couldn’t imagine how this would have all looked on stage… imagine the looks on the audiences face. Hope she at least got her tips.