Posted on 10/08/2013 3:17:32 PM PDT by neverdem
I knew a few guys who would go to a local doc and pay cash to keep it out of their medical records. There was a certain group who went to the local doc BEFORE going out.
“Hey, you boys got burn?”
“No Doc, but we know we gonna catch it!”
well, I can’t help it
In ‘11 we visited the Museum of Naval Aviation in Pennsecola. I was anxious to visit the restaurant because it is the reconstructed Cubi Point officer’s club. It was our favorite and better than the Subic Club.
I was very surprised. It was not as I remembered at all. Nothing was familiar. I finally found our OICC plaque....... we built it, among all the hundreds of squadron plaques.
It dawned on me that I was old as hell. What they had reconstructed was the New O club. It was almost finished when we left in July ‘67. I was forgetting there had been 40 years in the meantime
On the night my son was born I spent several hours in the Cubi BOQ bar. It was closer to the hospital and the only thing open in the middle of the night
Prior to living on base at Subic, We lived in Manila. While waiting for housing, I flew back and forth every day.
It was great. We built all sorts of stuff and worked our butts off to get it done ASAP.
"Oh Lydia, Chlamydia, oh that darling Lydia
Chlamydia, the tattooed lady...."
True story.. Viet Nam 1971 Flight platoon Chinook helicopter company. A fair haired child name of Stan admitted that he was a virgin. The wild hooligans of the flight platoon decided that this injustice needed immediate remedy ! A nice young sweet thang that was of the proper temperament was hired to do the job. Both virgin and devirginee were appropriately lubricated with alcohol and placed in the only room in flight platoon barracks that had a door. Wild rock and roll music and much ribald encouragement was offered while the maneuver was accomplished. After an appropriate length of time Stan came out clothed in a towel and proceeded to go to the shower room for a postcoital bath. All was well until 4 days later when a horrible sound was heard to roll through the flight platoon.An emergency search was instituted to put the poor animal out of its misery. Turned out it was Stan who was standing at the latrine holding a body part and moaning and groaning. HE was dispatched to the sick call where he was innoculated with 4.8 million units of penicillin with a needle that resembled the harpoon used on moby dick (Thank you Mr. Melville) WE felt really bad that we had contributed to the nefarious deed, but it seems that all came out in the end to the satisfaction of all. Stan, where ever you are, I hope you forgave us.....
It was inevitable.
Actually, from the 1920s to the 1940s, many blacks were deathly afraid of hospitals because of rampant rumors that medical students would experiment on them. The one exception was when women gave birth.
Often the parents either had no idea of what to name their children, or wanted a better name, an uncommon name. So they would ask doctors and even interns to name their baby.
Often they would give them the names of great Roman and Greek leaders, like Scipio Africanus, or Hannibal, the enemy he defeated. But sometimes they would give them names from medical words, like “Spirochete Jones”, and “Priapism Smith”.
Perhaps the most insulting was “Oligoneuronic” last name unknown. That is a Latin term meaning “few brain cells”.
One of the most appropriate names for a girl was pronounced “Femalee”, a typographic error on the birth certificate which put the gender “Female” under “name”. But you have to admit, it is a very appropriate name for a girl.
Yes, it was. They probably chose Chlamydia over Gonorrhea because it's so much more feminine. /s
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