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My son has a pet snake. My stepfather has studiously avoided the creature. On sunday, at our Easter brunch, daughter in law gets the snake out as usual.
People were touching him handling him, talking about him; and very quietly, stepfather sticks out a finger, touches him, the puts his hand out and feels it.
That was kind of cool. Never said a word.
My son is totally grossed out by worms, to the point that even if they are mentioned he cannot eat for the rest of the meal, and many times not for the rest of the day. I was just like that when I was young. My older kids were pretty old before I could allow the book, "How to Eat Fried Worms" into the house. Needless to say, we did not see the movie. I was finally able to read the book about 5 years ago, but youngest would not allow me to read it out loud.
Karen
In early March, I attended a week-long conference on Capitol Hill. Attendees were Federal employees from across the Govt. I discovered, too late, that the person I sat next to had a penchant for picking his nose. He did it the entire day - including during meal times. I don't even think he realized he was doing it. I'm not talking about subtle nose picking - he was DIGGING in there. ugggh. It goes without saying that I tried not to sit near him again.
In my physiology lab last year (I'm a bio major), we had to dissect an earthworm, a frog, and a roach. The frog and the worm didn't bother me. The bug did. (At least we got the dead one! Another group had to cut up a live one. Eew. Also, cruel.)
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Originally Posted by Mr. Silver
I have that with tequila, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't hepatitis.
I get IVs fortnightly. One time, the needle slipped and blood spurted everywhere!! I just laughed. It was pretty, the colour.I must be desensitized to blood.
But, Im still haunted by two experiences that made me vegetarian( and please, no horror storys - thats getting political). One, in 4th grade I bit into a Kentucky fried chicken breast and found something resembling a mouse intestine( what WAS it, I still wonder?) and eating beef ribs( I loved meat) , rather underdone, cold and tasteless( bad restaurant), I pulled out a vein - rubbery, it stretched, rather than broke. That killed it for me. I liked my meat burnt and that, was underdone. Too much like, well meat!
I was ok with dissection, being raised by a biochemist but the smell of formaldehyde, was the pits. We had a cat, and I said, should it smell THAT bad. Well - no. Turns out it had spoiled.As if the lingering taint of the F. wasnt enough! ewwww!
Give me worms anyday
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http://strumelia.blogspot.com/2009/0...canadians.html
:D :D :D
wow!! I need some!
In 1980 I was a graduate student extern at a VA hospital as part of my training to become a speech-language pathologist. It was a fantastic experience.
One day a week there was a group of laryngectomee guys who would come in for a group session. I was never in charge of the session, but all the students sat in and got to ask questions and stuff. I was kind of strangely charmed by the guys- crusty old, cancer survivors who'd seen and done more than I'd ever dreamed about, and they got a kick out of all of the sweet young students.
But whenever any of them would cough, and gag, and spit mucus out of his stoma, I could supress a gag reflex, and had to leave the room a few times.
They were nice, and told me I didn't have to leave in order to puke...but still, I work with kids.
I was in one of the many meetings I have to go to at work, well lets just say the medical director loves to go off topic or talk about bits of trivia. Last weeks was about...ummmmm. Poop,and poop transplants. :eek: Yes...you did just read that. Hard to beleive but I looked it up. Kind of makes sense I guess.
Okay, that's really disgusting. I looked it up, and it still doesn't make sense. Why not grow the organisms in vitro? I mean, yeah, on an intellectual level the only thing really gross about poop is the organisms, but it seems like given the prevalence of C. diff., it would be way easier to keep some cultures going in the lab, than to test a donor for everything under the sun every time you need some? And it would have to be a whole lot easier for the patient to ... [I have to say it] stomach.
it's a really fast way to fight a really bad diarrhea. I've read about it, it's medical science. saves lives.
I've seen the subQ blood, too, with our cat - it is very bright (not exposed to air for very long, I suppose?). It is hard not to think of that the next time knowing they read your every thought and feeling and it just makes them more uncomfortable ;)Quote:
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I ate Kashi Golean Crunch cereal before my first Ironman, then proceeded to have GI problems. I could not eat the cereal for months. Thankfully no vomiting, but it still had an identifiable smell going the other way. :o Last time I had the stomach flu it was movie theater popcorn. Took a while for that to be enjoyable again, too (and we see movies fairly frequently).
I find medicine fascinating, but I have no idea how I'd do actually being in the room with major open surgery or anything. I've seen a dead body and animals, but never explored one (other than the dissecting of frogs). :p It's really interesting how magically all of those systems come together to make people and animals go. Watching medical shows on TV (which I do alone, because my family can't take it) is really intriguing.
The mucous in the laryngectomy dudes might not be something I could stomach.
My mom could never clean the bathroom after the kids got sick (assuming they missed, which kids are prone to do), the smell and sight of it would make her get sick.
Interesting thread idea. Hopefully nobody reading with a seriously weak stomach. ;)
The worst/grossest thing that I've ever experienced was in anatomy class, we had to use circular saws to cut the top of the skull off and quite a few of the bodies had had brain haemorrages. Blood was spilling out of the exposed brains. It was something out a horror movie.
I never went back to that class, actually.
Most of my grossest moments have come from anatomy class, actually. I missed the one where they cut the heads in half using a massive electric saw (thankfully!)
I will be forever traumatized by the cats we dissected when I was a senior in High School.
I think we got the bargain basement cats, because they still had fur and the veins didn't have red and blue latex like they were supposed to. We kept them for a whole semester in a janitor's closet in big clear plastic bags. When you'd open the door, you were faced with a pile of reeking formaldehyde soaked wet-furred dead cats. I will never forget that sight. Nor will I forget that smell.