What do you hate the most about the hospital?

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Multiple choice poll, so vote for as many as you want.

The wait.... and nekkid homeless guys (will I EVER live that one down?)

The shots. Man, when I was 16 or so I had a huge gash in my leg that needed seven staples. But before they had to jam this needle in to clean it. There were like these meaty tendons and veins stiking out, hanging every which way. I had to bite down on a towel as dude poked all around in this pulsating wound, scratching the muscle. Ugh.

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Yeah, HECK. I had a comparatively smaller gash in the side of my leg when I was about 10, and my mother took me in to get it stitched up. The story of how I got the gash is a pretty funny one when I think back on it. I just flopped on the ground outside my apartment building when I was going to our car to get something for my lazy father... I fell for NO REASON. There was nothing on the ground that caused me to trip or slip. I wasn't running or skipping or anything. The ground wasn't uneven, and even if it was, I'd walked along that walkway so many times, it was like I knew every inch of it. But I managed to fall inexplicably, and I landed slightly on my side, right where a small shard of a beer bottle was conveniently lying. It was green, so I'm thinking it was a Heineken. I got up with the thing in my leg. I didn't feel any pain, but the thing was just jutting out of my leg. So, I plucked it out, and it didn't even really bleed. I figured it was nothing, so I got the thing out of the car, went upstairs, gave it to my dad, then told my mom about how I fell down, but couldn't figure out how or why. My mom said it looked pretty deep, and that we'd have to go to the hospital to get it stitched. I'd heard horror stories of stitches at school, and I was supposed to be the toughest kid at school (that was my rep), so I thought, "cool, now I get a battlescar and stitches. I'm a big boy now..."

We got in with the doctor, and he said to me, "I'm going to put this NEEDLE into your wound. It'll help to numb the area as I prepare to stitch it up. Looks like you might need 2 stitches..." I swear, I thought it would be NOTHING. But I literally wailed when the doctor put the needle in. My mother was there, and the look on her face told me that she felt my pain. Now, that I'm a parent, I understand that feeling. Anyways, after that, the area around the wound went numb pretty quickly, and the doctor finished up quickly. When he was done he asked, "There, did you feel that? How many stitches did I put in?" I feebly said, "Two." And the doctor replied, "Actually, I needed to put in a total of THREE. See? You didn't even FEEL the third one."

I thought, "Wow, I could use some of that stuff next time I fight my brother..." I looked at the stitches, and for the next month or so, I wanted to grow up to be a doctor.

Mine was a nasty spill too. My buddies and I were running around this hotel and security was chasing us. We bailed outside and were hauling through the parking lot. Evidently there was a hole in the asphault with rather jagged edges. My foot went inside the hole, punctured my shin, and tore a six inch hole when I fell. I looked down to see the damage and even in the dark I knew it was bad. I kicked my shoe off, pulled my sock off and tied it really tight around the wound. That all took about a minute because security was still on us. We took off, jumped a wall and I found a pay phone to call my folks to pick us up. I remember my mom giving me crap, we get home and she takes a look at the wound and she just goes, "we're going to the hospital." And you know, getting seven staples in your leg feels exactly how it sounds. If you have ever accidentally stapled yourself, you've felt it. Clamping ripped flesh together with tiny metal, good times.

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This isn't on the list so I'll say: I don't like near death experiences.

I was in a head on car accident once and I had pain in my stomach. The doctor proceeded to take off my pants in the hallway instead of a private room while there was a homeless man drunk out of his mind nearby. I had enough energy to scream at the doctor! Take me to a damn room, what the f is wrong with you?

Arrogance of doctors is another one.

I voted for IV's. They have a hell of a time starting them on me. My veins roll, and my valves are narrow. That is the one thing that will make me faint, or come close to it. Give me a shot any day or even a spinal.

Actually when you need stitches, it is not the shot that hurts, but the Xylocaine in it to numb you. It stings like a bee

I've never had to go to the hospital, but they're dirty, I wouldn't want to be sick in a place with a bunch of other sick people.

Forgot the ole xylocaine.

When a plastic surgeon removed a lesion and the couple of times I had rocks removed from my elbow and knees for injuries sustained while mountain biking, I had two shots. One to make the xylocaine not hurt so much and then the whammy huge needle of xylocaine. OUCH!! Would have to say it hurts more than a bee sting.

I might be considered 'lucky' that scars are minimal from my injuries.

The wait and the SMELL I'm glad I've never had to go to a hospital for more than a sports physical, because that smell really drives me nuts.

Loud and obnoxious nurses.

I said the wait and the naked homeless guy. Everything else is rather enjoyable, if you ask me.

where's the all above option?