I had left my thermal long johns on....the ones I wear on the field with the holes in the gusset.
By midnight on the claustrophobic High Dependency unit , I was grossly overheated.
My colleague, a round faced happy soul called Greta, suggested that I change into a couple of pairs of hospital paper pants but I said I couldn't stand the " rustling"
And so after rooting around for some surgical scissors , I disappeared behind the nurses station, delved down into my uniform pants and cut the legs off my long johns with a flourish
Greta then pulled the separated legs out of my uniform and I continued the shift, cool, and comfortable and sweat free.
sweat free is always a good thing
ReplyDeleteIn most circumstances.
DeleteFlourishes are essential when cutting the legs off long johns. . .
ReplyDeleteHaha ... oh yes!!
DeleteA cool nether region is imperative in the work-place!
ReplyDeleteno pix; I am disappointed. :(
ReplyDeleteI would have gone commando in that case.
anne marie beat me to it.
Deleteme, too
DeleteMe 3. Why ruin a perfectly good ( relatively speaking) pair of long johns.
DeleteYep,i agree. Another vote for commando. Let the boys swing free!
DeleteHey - whatever work, right?
ReplyDeleteAre long johns named after you? Did you invent them? Now you have invented short johns too! You clever thing! I might order some in brown - just in case.
ReplyDeleteMe? If my feet are cool I'm cool all over....for you the unmentionables :)
ReplyDeleteso you turned your hot pants into ....hot pants!
ReplyDeleteI never wear knickers: too hot, too uncomfortable. Am totally a commando chick. Can't think of anything worse than a knitted long john wedgie: yuk.
ReplyDeleteCrotch sweat, yuk! A good reason to wear a kilt.
ReplyDeleteWell, you know what happens to condensation? It turns into damp, so it's a good thing you got rid of the culprit before things took a turn for the worse, but I bet you had a cold journey home, ha ha ha.
ReplyDeleteDid you save the legs?
ReplyDelete(They would make excellent dusters.)
DeleteI am sorry, what did you say? I was looking at a superb pair of legs and tush.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on performing your first "amputation" so successfully. I expect you were nervous, but everything went okay in the end....
ReplyDeleteWhere there's a will there's a way.......good thing you had a handy helper.
ReplyDeleteSounds less like a malfunction and more like an alteration or redesign. To paraphrase Lucy as she took scissors to her fur coat (much to Ricky's horror and our laughter), "Hey look at you, you're an underwear stylist!" Look out Andrew Christian!
ReplyDeleteGok would be very proud. x
ReplyDeleteWas it very drafty on the homeward journey.. ? ;)
ReplyDeletePerhaps you should keep a spare pair of long johns and short johns in your locker - presuming you have that luxury at work...?
Reminds me of the time, as a youth, when I dragged myself out of bed after a heavy night and still rather drunkenly pulled clothes found on the floor on and headed out to the shops for a newspaper. Unfortunately my underpants fell out from the right trouser leg as I entered the shop. Classy.
ReplyDeleteIve found a used sock on the floor at my previous job. no one claimed it.
DeleteI nearly spit tea out on my screen. LOL
DeleteTMI………oh no wait…..it’s you John. Have a great weekend in your legless knickers.
ReplyDeleteDesperate times ... desperate measures :)
ReplyDeleteThere are some brilliant comments up there! I can't compete.
ReplyDeleteNow THAT I would like to have seen John! I hope the holes in your gusset helped to cool you down.
ReplyDeleteSave those legs to keep your arms warm.
ReplyDeleteBet THAT felt better John! Pretty handy with scissors I see!!
ReplyDeleteI think these sorts of malfunctions happen a lot. On my friends wedding night her new husband had to cut her out of one of those body suits that hold you in all over. she couldn't get it off, they had to call the reception of the hotel to borrow sharp scissors.
ReplyDeletewith the legs of your long johns you could make draft excluders!
Those could have been some frustrating moments!
DeleteOne night at the nursing home we rolled a man toward me RIGHT AFTER HE HAD PEED IN A BOTTLE (sorry for shouting) and he actually peed again, straight down my leg. My colleague laughed uncontrollably. I didn't have an extra uniform at work, so I went in the bathroom and rinsed out the pants and wore them wet for the rest of my shift. After that I kept spare scrubs in my locker. Maybe you should keep spare undies at work.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
Desperation is the source of imagination. Yuh dun good, John.
ReplyDeleteThat Greta! What a friend! She's one to hang on to....
ReplyDeleteoh John, it could only happen to you !
ReplyDeleteHope you are all well after the storm last night. we lost an apple tree, I think it was about 40 years old. no other damage.
ReplyDeleteHope all the animals arent scared.
The crowd has spoken- next time go commando!
ReplyDeleteNot a chance!
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