I saw this posted on an usenet newsgroup for breast cancer several years ago, and it's still there to this day. It was originally posted May 14 1999:
"Well, it's mildly funny. My right Jackson-Pratt pump and tube fell out when
they were still draining 95 cc, and as I am on a remote island, my surgeon
(in Honolulu) and I decided that we should just bind my chest and have the
on-island doc do needle aspiration as necessary.
Well, my right side started to slosh a bit. I hate that feeling, so I went
to see Tom (the doc on the island) to get it aspirated. He hasn't done a
needle aspiration in years, so he kept coming up dry, in spite of the fact
that there was very obvious slosh there.
He had me get in many different positions so he could try to identify the
borders of the slosh. He started "pooking" me with his finger to see what
was fat and what was slosh. (I am fat.) He wanted to assess the size of
the fluid build up. (Fat and slosh move differently.)
Well, he went pook pook pook all over my chest and back, and I am very ticklish. I started giggling. His nurse came in. Tom asked him if he could help delineate what was fat and what was slosh. The nurse started going pook pook pook, too. I started giggling harder. By now we were all giggling. Jacklyn, the doctor's wife (who is also a nurse) heard the giggling and came in to investigate and started helpfully pook pook pooking on my legs. They
finally stopped when I started laughing so hard it was clear I was in danger
of falling off the table.
Tee hee. It is not often that fat and breast cancer combine to give one a
funny experience."
"Well, it's mildly funny. My right Jackson-Pratt pump and tube fell out when
they were still draining 95 cc, and as I am on a remote island, my surgeon
(in Honolulu) and I decided that we should just bind my chest and have the
on-island doc do needle aspiration as necessary.
Well, my right side started to slosh a bit. I hate that feeling, so I went
to see Tom (the doc on the island) to get it aspirated. He hasn't done a
needle aspiration in years, so he kept coming up dry, in spite of the fact
that there was very obvious slosh there.
He had me get in many different positions so he could try to identify the
borders of the slosh. He started "pooking" me with his finger to see what
was fat and what was slosh. (I am fat.) He wanted to assess the size of
the fluid build up. (Fat and slosh move differently.)
Well, he went pook pook pook all over my chest and back, and I am very ticklish. I started giggling. His nurse came in. Tom asked him if he could help delineate what was fat and what was slosh. The nurse started going pook pook pook, too. I started giggling harder. By now we were all giggling. Jacklyn, the doctor's wife (who is also a nurse) heard the giggling and came in to investigate and started helpfully pook pook pooking on my legs. They
finally stopped when I started laughing so hard it was clear I was in danger
of falling off the table.
Tee hee. It is not often that fat and breast cancer combine to give one a
funny experience."
