The first occurred earlier this summer, and involved a man who had just returned from vacation. I walked into his darkened room to find him moaning and shivering, with a temperature of 103˚ and a heart rate in the 130s. Apparently he had been bitten by a fish (he thought a catfish) while swimming, and subsequently developed a nasty infection. Not the souvenir he was hoping for, I imagine.
The second story unfolded just a couple days ago, when a man walked up to the triage desk with his hand buried under a bundle of blood-stained rags. The sound of shrieking drew a crowd out to the desk, where the patient had unwrapped the makeshift bandage to reveal a fishing hook caught in his thumb. The hook itself wasn't too bad - it didn't look too deep and the bleeding was controlled - but the sight of a nearly-severed fish still attached to the hook, spilling its innards out onto the desk was just a little too much for this particular nurse.
And speaking of TV medical dramas, I read that ER will begin it's 15th and final season tonight (it should have ended years ago, but still, I'll miss it...).