No Title Would Really be Appropriate

In my time as a student physical therapists I have encountered many fun characters, many of whom I have written about in my blog. Sadly none of my previous patients hold a candle to the lady I worked with today, ans she is not even my patient. Here is a brief history of why she is at the rehab hospital at which I work. This women weighs 300 plus pounds and she was admitted to the hospital for Chronic Illness Myopathy, which is a fancy way saying she has general weakness and cannot move by herself.

Amazingly enough today she was able to stand up with little help and slowly turn and sit down in a wheelchair and leave her room for the first time since she has been admitted. Other than the fact she weighs so much and she can't physically sit up alone, she also has another problem that makes it painful to sit up. The problem is that her uterus is prolapsed, meaning it is not on the inside anymore (if you want more info GOOGLE it). Imagine how uncomfortable it would be to have 300 pounds sitting on your stomach or any other part of you for that matter. You may be asking yourself, with the current medical technology why hasn't she gotten that fixed? The answer is simply she chose not too many years ago.

Her having this condition is not the only thing that makes her interesting though, it is the fact that she refers to that area as her "Ding Dong." I don't know about you but that is just funny to me and I can't help but laugh out loud every time she says it. She constantly says "I'm sitting on my ding dong", "watch out for my ding dong", and when we ask her to do something "as long as it doesn't hurt my ding dong."

Today at the end of her treatment she made a request that I thought I would never hear and hope I never hear again. She asked one of us (the 3 therapist in the room) if we would put oil on her ding dong. Apparently it had become dried out with all the moving and getting pushed up and down the hallway. At that point I looked at the other therapist, who are ladies, one of them walked out of the room to get the nurse the other just smiled, then I just turned away and started laughing. I am happy to say that I didn't have to put oil on her "ding dong", and my clinical instructor informed me that would never have to put oil on her "ding dong."

People like this make being in the health care profession fun and keep me writing in this blog.