edna krabappel said:Always thought before I started my job that I'd be quite squeamish, and I certainly had no idea how I'd react to dead bodies etc. I used to cringe at Casualty years ago, so I thought I'd never cope with the sort of gore that goes with the territory.
But I've been surprised by how detached I can be. Dead bodies are mostly just like looking at waxworks to me, they don't usually seem that real, even when I have to move them and check for injuries, ID etc.
I once had to sit up the hospital with a guy who'd had the back of his legs hacked at with a machete. He had two gaping wounds in each calf, requiring loads of stitches, and I had a lovely view of his calf muscles twitching away, not to mention the blood pulsing out constantly.
Funnily enough, the worst bit wasn't that at all, but the fact that for reasons you may be able to imagine, he had no usable veins in his arms, so the nurses had to stick a needle in his foot to put a drip in
Stab wounds: no problem, internal organs hanging out of holes in the abdomen: I can deal with that, feet pointing the wrong way after car accidents: part of the job, even maggots in dead corpses: hey, it's what I get paid for.
But a little needle going into the thin skin of someone's foot: eeeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuwwwww
What are you? A serial killer?
