And these are the same grown men who scream out for mama the moment an IV is placed.
I'm sorry sir, but if you can't tolerate an 18g catheter going into your arm, you are most assuredly not a tenacious badass.
After I saw yet another one of these crybabies in my trauma bay whining about how the 2cm laceration on his knee was killing him (it wasn't), I started wondering what a real badass - someone who isn't afraid to look danger directly in the eye and growl "BRING IT ON" - looks like.
I didn't have to wait long to find out.
The 20ish year old gentleman, covered from the waist up in tattoos, happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, and he was shot in the leg with a large caliber handgun. The bullet entered his left outer thigh, went through his quadriceps muscles, exited the inner thigh, re-entered the right thigh, traveled directly behind his knee (exactly where the blood vessels and nerves run), and exited his outer thigh just above the knee. He predictably had no sensation below the knee, and he was actively pumping blood from his leg into the outside world from one of the holes in his right leg.
My physician assistant Anne (not her real name) immediately jumped into action and placed her finger in the hole to stop the bleeding, the proverbial finger in the dike. I had to attend to another man (brought at the same time by a different ambulance) who, in a failed attempt to end it all, had stabbed himself twice in the abdomen and was actively emptying his blood volume onto the floor as well.
The janitors are going to be busy tonight, I muttered to no one in particular as I stepped over another blood pool and did a quick evaluation of Dude #2 (not his real name). I immediately saw that it was indeed an arterial bleed, but fortunately it was superficial. I needed to get his bleeding stopped, but I could do that under local anaesthesia right here in the trauma bay. He didn't need the operating theatre - the other guy did. NOW. I grabbed one of the students milling around the room and stuck her finger in his dike and ran back to the first guy.
Hm . . . I wonder if this post will show up on searches for lesbian pornography because of that last sentence. Well if not, it will now because of that last sentence.
Anyway, I did a cursory examination of Badass #1, and he had no movement, no sensation, and no pulses in his right leg below the knee, a sure sign that the bullet had transected his popliteal artery and tibial/peroneal nerve.