I went to a wedding where the wife-to-be told the groom-to-be about 10,000 times in my presence (before the wedding, obv.) that she did not want the cake smashed in her face and if he smashed the cake in her face They Would Have Serious Problems.

He smashed the cake in her face.

She had it annulled.

Nurse here, but I have some good stories coming from level 1 trauma center.

I had a pedestrian vs train once. He was stumbling home drunk and passed out on the train tracks. He was hit straight by the front of thevtrain, bounced to the side, got hung on the side of the train, and then dragged 100 yards while the train stopped. He wound up in a coma for a week and paralyzed from the waist down, but he lived with no major nerological deficits (other than the whole not able to move his legs thing).

Had a patient once with throat cancer and his tumor ate through his carotid artery. Due to the cancer and a previous surgery he had a fistula (a hole) in his neck. He and his wife were at home... he was dozing in the sun room. Wife goes to the kitchen and comes back to see him covered in blood and bloody handprints on the glass door where he tried to open it and get help. He had perfed his carotid artery and the blood was pouring (spurting?) out of his fistula. This tiny little old lady pulled the drapes from the window, jumped on his neck, and pushed her life alert button. Somehow she held pressure enough to keep him from bleeding out, and we actually save the man with very little neuro defiict. People perf carotids in the ICU and don't survive the run to surgery... and he survived until EMSA got to him and got him to the hosptial, all because his wife thought quick and was remarkably strong.

Obligatory "not doctor" disclaimer.

About a year and a half ago, a friend of mine was going mountain biking. He wasn't actually on the mountain yet, just riding his bike over to a friend's house, they were going up on the mountain together. He stopped to tie his shoe and (for some reason) took off his helmet. Finished tying his shoe, pedaled 10 feet, and got hit by a car.

Someone, we suspect it was the driver, called in an anonymous tip to the hospital. They found my friend with a broken skull on the side of the road. Hospitalized him, then discovered that he had a bleed in the membrane between his skull and brain, it was pushing on brain tissue. I believe it was something like a 20% chance of survival. The trauma team drained his skull, stapled it back together, sewed his head up, and two days later he woke up extremely concussed and confused, but otherwise fine.

Scared the hell out of us and his family, but all is well except he occasionally feels the weather and gets a few more headaches than usual. Bright side to all of this is that he found his calling- once he was back in the work force, he immediately became a paramedic, and is currently getting his certification to work as a fire rescue paramedic. Now he saves other people's lives. Full circle.

Back in 75 we lived in the country and we had two wolves and several other dogs. One morning after my mother had taken the kids to the bus stop the male wolf got it into his head to attack me. I was on my back with this 95-pound wolf trying to rip out my throat. I'm fighting for all I'm worth, I'm prying his mouth off, I'm hitting him with my fist. My Black Lab broke her chain and came to the rescue and saved my life. My shirt was torn to shreds, I had puncture wounds in my throat, my fingers were torn. Had it not been for my Lab, I'd have died. A week later dad took the wolf off and shot him. The Lab was a rescue dog, dad had found her on the side of the road and brought her home. Never knew who to thank, the bad guy for dumping that dog on the road, or dad for saving her. Of course, I thanked the dog and she always got special treats.

Not a doctor, but my sister's cardiologist has this story now. My family has had trouble holding on to health insurance for many years, but my sister's yearly heart checkups have been a priority -- she was born with Ebstein's anomaly of the tricuspid valve, which basically means blood leaks backwards and pumps oxygen very inefficiently. One year her appointment got postponed a few months due to a switch in providers and all that stupid s**t.

My sister was in 10th grade gym class and having trouble running every day. That's what she told us -- "I feel kinda sick after class" which we thought would mean she got lightheaded. Turns out she was puking every class due to the exertion. My parents immediately decided that checking up on her heart would be the best decision and thank god they did.

Her cardiologist said her heart was "the size of a small watermelon" and it was "an absolute wonder" she was only puking and not passing out or literally dropping d**d if she was running a mile in less than 30 minutes (and I think her mile was under 15). He said it was one of the most advanced states of Ebstein's he'd seen, if not the worst currently unoperated case in the country (US).

Basically, she had to have an emergency open-heart surgery (Cone procedure and Bidirectional Glenn at Boston Children's), and now, 4 years later she's still on medication and is looking to get a pacemaker. Unbelievably, the a*****e gym teacher still gave her a B- final grade.

Hi. I have a situation I, 27F, am considering breaking up with my boyfriend, 29M over.

Recently, Owen, my long term boyfriend, has been really snappy and honestly acting like a jerk. I usually don't look through his phone, but when he was in the shower I saw he got a text from his ex, Brianna. She had said and I quote, "Hey. Let's talk." I trusted him, so I put the phone back where I found it and pretended nothing happened. What I didn't know was that he'd been talking to her for months. This was three months ago, and I thought it was the end of it.

Now, he's telling me Brianna is getting married and he is invited to the wedding because he wants to be "supportive." All I asked is, ok. When are we going? And to that, he got super defensive and told me to stop being so worried and trust him, and that I was totally blowing it out of proportion. I didn't even mean it to be smart. I put it off and walked away because I wasn't trying to argue. My dad had just gotten into the hospital after having a heart attack, so I had too much on my plate to worry about a silly thing like that. A few days later I tried to ask if he needed a suit or anything, and he wouldn't tell me anything. He started blushing and again, got super defensive. I don't know how to handle this alone, but I tried my best. I told him if he was going to be immature and lie to me, he had to get out of my house, because he didn't pay a single bill. He kept insisting it wasn't that serious, but I don't believe him. He went to his sister's house and has been sleeping there for a while. We have been in contact and he says he won't break up with me if I admit I was wrong. I can't help but think he's cheating. AITA? Any advice is appreciated.

Update!:
I have a job early today, so as some if you guys said, I packed up his stuff and called his sister to let her know. She said he was not staying there at all, and he basically lied. I left it there anyways. I texted him I was breaking up with him, and all ties are now cut.

OB is interesting, because it's one of the only times you're at the hospital for something that isn't primarily life threatening (usually) and that decreased urgency can make male companions' personal beliefs (religion) way more prominent and sometimes it's an obstacle.

Especially if their religion motivates interractions with women, who make up the majority of Docs in the field. In the field they absolutely DOMINATE in, that's where I see some brilliant female docs facing the worst sexism.