Posted on 03/28/2014 10:10:20 PM PDT by Slings and Arrows
A man cut his own hand off with a homemade guillotine after enduring years of excruciating nerve pain.
Mark Goddard built the contraption using an axe, some springs and an old gate post. The 44-year-old claimed he resorted to such drastic action because hospital staff had refused to treat the pains he suffered for over 16 years following a motorcycle crash.
I should not have to go to such extremes to get my pain stopped. There was an alternative and that was having it done properly in hospital, he explained.
Unfortunately for the man from Newton Abbot in Devon, the homemade device only partially severed his wrist and he had to finish off the job with a knife.
He then threw the hand onto a bonfire in his garden so that surgeons could not sew it back on.
There should never have been any need for me to do this. It would have spared so much distress all round but it was the only way. At least it will give me and my family our lives back, he added.
Mr Goddards pains still continue and he has threatened the NHS with a deadline for treatment otherwise he will chop his arm off at the elbow.
After being rushed to hospital, it was estimated that the former mechanic lost two pints of blood.
Mr Goddard was anxious to stress that he had undergone several psychiatric examinations since his difficulties started and had always been given a clean bill of health.
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If he thinks for a moment that people feel he’s normal, he doesn’t have a leg to stand on.
Yup.
But look how efficient and cost saving the NHS is!
/ sarc.
That’s TWO, two Mel Brooks references in one thread...
Merciless community hospital 16 miles southwest of me.
Reflagged as “bon secour”, the EMT’s say it as “ bone sucker” or “bomb secure” over the radio.
It was a better hospital when it was run by The Sisters of Mercy.
Those days were long gone years ago.
I had full blown pneumonia and had to stop at that hospital.
They were doing a disaster drill that day and they got to play at being doctors and nurses.
Sat there for two hours listening to the disaster drill chatter before anyone noticed that there were real patients to attend to.
“I can see up your dress.” guy on stretcher on the floor.
“*giggle giggle* Silly, you can’t talk. You’re supposed to be dead!” nurse busy playing at her job.
I said something smartmouthed in response, which got attention as a voice that deep and demonic sounding doesn’t normally come from a sixteen year old kid without sulpher hexafluoride.
I made sure to hack up an orange lunger too.
NHS probably would have tranq darted me and made certain breathing was compromised.
After all, I disrupted the disaster drill...
Morning moose!
You would have been put on an antibiotic drip in A&E, then transfered to the specialist area of the hopital for that complaint.
If you came in by 'NHS Taxi' there would be no waiting at all, it is a well used trick.
Well, I admit to startling the living daylights out of miss “flash my britches” enough that she tore out.
Best part was that two ambulance crews brought people in...and they ended up waiting too.
Doc spoke to the desk nurse outside the room I was in, “we can quick discharge him. There’s nothing wrong” -said outside the door without examining me.
“What’s the trouble?” -said upon entering the room.
“Well doc, I seem to have a problem with my lungs..” the look on his face was priceless.
He stepped back into the hall, grabbed the chart, sent me to x-ray, then stuck me on this nasty thick purple cough syrup and antibiotics.
Ugh.
“If youre happy and you know it clap your stumps.”
Ok, gotta find something to hit you with...
Here, kitty kitty kitty.
Years ago, part of my job was operating something like that. The one that we had was no-foolin’ serious cutting power. I don’t doubt the claim. You’d initiate the cut by simultaneously pressing two red buttons that were on opposite sides of the machine.
Kitties are friends, not blunt instruments.
Tell that to the dog.
As i read your post the mental image was:
Yes the Black Knight seems appropriate.
The purple stuff was probably an expectorant with Guaifenesin and codeine, or maybe just codeine cough syrup. Popular among the urban epicureans for making “Purple Drank.”
It sounds more like something called “Reflex Sympathetic Dystrophy,” or RSD. The diagnosis goes back to the civil war days. I don’t know if they know about it in England, However.
Google RSD, there is alot to read out there.
Having nerve damage pain in my neck to the point of considering putting a bullet though my head.... I understand what this guy did....
Searing pain 24/ 7 is no fun at all.....
Thank God... I got it treated successful....
> Thank God... I got it treated successful...
Do you mind if I ask how? I’m a pharmacy student, and we really haven’t covered neuro yet.
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