Wednesday, September 13, 2006

The (Eleventh) Finger

So the Doctor told me this story the other day and since he deems it too irrelevant an anecdote to write about, I shall swoop in and take this one:

It is a regular day in the Emergency Ward at St. John's in Bangalore and the Doctor is tending to an motorcycle accident victim who has just come in. Suddenly he notices some rolled up bloody gauze lying on a table. He goes over and opens it up and finds a finger in it! Panic. He dashes back to the motorcylcle accident victim and checks all his fingers. All there. He runs over to the next bed. 'Show me your hands, show me your hands!' he asks frantically. Hands appear and he counts the fingers... One Two Three Four... Five. One Two Three Four and Five. He rushes to all seven beds. All fingers attached and intact. 'Where did this finger come from?' he asks the doctors, nurses and interns. No one knows.

Later, over the phone, 'What?! Wait... So that means someone was and still is missing a finger somewhere!' I said, shocked. 'Yes, somewhere.. someone.. is missing a pinkie as we speak.' said the Doctor ominously.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

?!?

Snake Anthony said...

SOMEONE SOMEWHERE IS MISSING A PINKIE.

Basically they couldn't find the person to whom the pinkie belonged. Maybe someone else in the accident died on the spot and before he died, gave the pinkie to his friend, the motorcyclist. Maybe it was someone's sixth finger from one hand. Who knows.

Anyway, even if the person couldn't be found, it was better to have brought the finger in like that than another fellow some time ago who left his finger in his refrigerator at home and said to the doctor, 'Don't worry, my finger's at home in the fridge. My wife can go home and get it if you give her an icebox.'

Anonymous said...

*blink*

Lalit Narayan said...

Actually if your finger falls off you should bring it to hospital in a bowl of water and not on ice ..

Unknown said...

Wow! :) Some story.