Tuesday, June 07, 2011

Slice and Dice

    Everyone has something that they can't do.  Some people can't do vomit.  They hoark up their own load when they see or smell vomit.  I can do vomit.  Some people can't do blood.  I can do blood.  Sprayed everywhere, pools and piles of it, no big deal.  Some people are out hoarking up at the sight of the blood and causing all the vomit people to hoark up themselves, but I can handle the blood.  It is the incision that I can't stand.
     Yep, that is the thing that gives me the willies.  I shew on my fingernails and fingertips until they bleed, and that is just fine with me, but if I have to watch an incision happen, that is where I draw the line.  I was watching the show Dexter the other day and it showed a guy making a little slice in another guy with a scalpel.  I could have ralphed right then and there.  I just can't do it.  One of the cable channels has a show that is all about surgery, and I don't watch it, because I can't do the slicing and dicing part, and that is a pretty important part of surgery.  I watched a whole chunk of one episode one time in which this girl was going to get an operation to correct a massive overbite.  Or underbite.  I think it was an underbite.  Her bottom jaw stuck out way longer than her upper was the case.  Anyway, it was affecting her quality of life, and she was going to get it corrected.  They were going to cut a section of her bottom jaw out so it would line up like it was supposed to with the upper jaw.  They had to go in through her mouth, and I watched it up until the minute that they sliced open the far back corner of her mouth.  No thank you.  It wasn't the blood that came seeping out, it was the slice.  I have never watched that show since.  I do hope that lady's corrective surgery went well and she is happy though.
      So that is my thing.  I hate the cutting.  Watching it in slow motion is the worst because you can see all sorts of stuff happening hat you normally just don't want to see happen.  Up close and personal.  Yuck-o.  You can have it, and I don't want anything to do with it.  And that is that.

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