As most of you know, my wife is a nurse. It’s a pretty crazy job. Whenever I ask her about it, I get freaky details from her day, so I usually don’t ask. But tonight she volunteered this story.
A kid was admitted into Jen’s ward. The kid’s mom and dad were there. Mom is 9 months pregnant. She goes into labor so they race her over to the maternity ward. She had given birth at home the other two times and wanted to get back to her sick child in Jen’s ward, so they let her out right after she gave birth.
This is where Jen comes in. So mom is there with new baby, sick kid and dad. Then dad comes up to Jen and asks where he can freeze the placenta. Jen’s thinks he is holding a Styrofoam cup of yogurt, but then realizes that he is actually holding mom’s placenta.
Jen calmly responds “It’s a blood product. We can’t store it.”
Dad then says, “Oh what. If it was cow’s blood you’d refrigerate it.”
Jen says, “I’m sorry sir. We can’t”
Dad, “A placenta is the only meat product you can eat that doesn’t involve killing.”
Stories like this make me wish I had gone to nursing school.