OK, since we’re sharing stories:
I was a medic in the army and worked as a paramedic on the side. As a medic, and when I wasn’t in the field, we’d do rotations in the hospital. One time I was told to remove a catheter from a grouchy old first Sargeant. I was probably 19 and nervous as shit. The nurse asked if I knew how to do it and in theory I did. We had the training but no practical experience. The 1st Sgt also asked if I “knew what the hell I was doing?” So now I’m more nervous.
Anyway, she walks out to do something and I figure I’d start. So I grab the catheter and block his ding a ling (it’s a medical term; most of you wouldn’t understand) and start pulling. He comes straight out of the chair making a loud grunt. Ever the professional, at 19, I let him know that sometimes they can stick a little. So I give it another tug, with a little more umph. He turns white and about shits the chair and starts sharing his feelings about me, with me.
The nurse returns and sees what’s going on. She looks at me and asks, out loud (the bitch), if I’ve deflated the retention balloon? Which is a small balloon that you inflate in order to hold the catheter in the bladder. Suffice it to say that the gentleman receiving my tender care DID NOT call me a hero - in the vein of all our current Healthcare professionals. I really believe he wanted to fight me.