Kevin's Iatrogenic Escapade
My friend Kevin Ganshorn recently had a little adventure at the hospital. Kevin works at Molson Breweries, slapping labels on beer boxes. One day, he slapped a label on a beer box that was very dusty, and this big cloud of dust went right into his eye. It was nothing serious, but the dust was painfully scratching his eye, so he went to the hospital to get it checked out. The receptionist took his name and told him to have a seat; he would be called when a doctor could see him. Kevin sat down and started reading a magazine. He became so engrossed in it that when one of the receptionists called out the name "Peppin", he thought he heard his own name and looked up. He didn't see anyone else responding, so he went up to the reception desk. The receptionist there, a different one than he had registered with, told him it was time for his scan and led Kevin off to this room where they sat him down on a bed, injected him with something, and wheeled him head-first into one of those large machines that takes some sort of X-ray of your brain. Kevin happily complied, thinking it was necessary to diagnose what was wrong with his eye.
When the procedure was done, the attendant there asked him a bunch of questions, including "So how exactly did you hit your head?" Kevin replied that he had gotten dust in his eye. The man took that to mean that Kevin had hit his head after being blinded by dust in his eye, and wrote something like that down on his folder. Before Kevin could explain things, the attendant left and he was led back to the reception desk.
Kevin told the receptionist (this time the one he had spoken to originally) that he had finished his brain scan. The lady looked at him in disbelief and told him that he wasn't supposed to have had a brain scan. After they found out that Kevin had misheard someone else's name, they became quite angry at him and explained that every time they do one of those scans, it costs the hospital a thousand dollars, and that there was a four-week waiting period. Poor Kevin was rather rudely dumped in an examination room and had the door slammed shut behind him. Kevin heard the receptionist angrily raving about the situation to the doctor who was about to enter the room, so Kevin thought he was going to be in big trouble for all this. When the doctor finally entered, he was in tears with laughter and, before proceeding with the eye examination, told Kevin that he would be telling this story to his patients for a long, long time.
