Ramblings of the Outsane

Okay, in all honesty, it takes a lot to make me squirm. I'm not a naturally squeamish person and maybe, juust maybe, that's why I find it so damn hilarious when other people overrreact.

I'm well aware that being squeamish can come from a load of different stimuli and shit, phobia of blood, pain, blah blah, more easily said that humans naturally fear pain and...yeah, okay, not going into it. Fortunately, I seem to be able to cope fairly well when it comes to blood, guts and gore (Maaaaybe why I prefer horror movies to anything else). Lucky me.

Right, today there was some sorta presentation on driving under the effects of..anything. I didn't get the point, nor did I care. However, I was immensely entertained when it ended up being a long video of a reconstructed car crash, laid out a bit like a movie, blood, guts an' all. So I was quite happy to sit back and watch.

I noticed the room was getting a little stuffy, and happened to look up to see one guy standing and starting for the doors. Assumed he couldn't be assed to watch the rest, looked away and next thing I knew *WHUMP*, I looked back round and the guy was on the frickin' floor! A couple of dudes jumped up and started dragging him out the door. I was soo /so/ amused. I had to stop myself laughing, due to the fact that the whole topic was meant to be serious. But..heee..I can't heeelp it. Call me a bad person.

Well, he was a jerk anyway.

What with the room getting so hot and all, it wasn't really a surprise he fainted, but he could have at /least/ let one of the squeamish girls get there first. Talk about not gentlemanly! The video itself wasn't even that nauseating...seriously.

I remember doing work experience at the local vets, and enjoying it majorly. I was expecting boredom, nothing like the streotypical view of a vets hospital, but nope! As tiny a place it was, it still got it's action! I remember a dog having a tooth removed, the gum area around it being infected badly. The dog had thrown itself into a panic beforehand, and remained so afterwards too. It managed to make a complete bloody mess of it's gums, bloody in the most literal sense possible. It would shake it's head, blood and bits of fleshy gum flying off and splattering everywhere. And guess who got to clean it up?

Then there was Murphy the cat, whom I grew attached to, as he was a long term resident, snake bite to the forleg needing a skin transplant. Or..yeah. In the end, when they took off the bandages, ready for the operation, I have to admit, that must have been the queasiest I've felt in my entire lifetime. It was the pus and blackened bits and goo and..really, I just felt for the poor thing. I'd seen worse in my little time there, but I just felt bad for him. I watched as they made a beautifully clean cut flap of skin on his stomach, then reattached it /over/ his leg. So he'd be three legged for a while, just until the skin attached itself to the arm well enough for them to release him. Didn't much like the burning of the nerve endings. Ouchsome. T'was the smell. But once again, it was because he was /my/ lil Murphy. Man, I loved my time there!

I've fainted on numerous occasions, from pain, mostly. I'm clumsy, and I always end up hitting a nerve somewhere, then blacking out for a couple of seconds as the pain goes to my brain first. The most memorable time I can remember fainting was an audition in London for the National Youth Theatre. I spent the week up at my dad's, but..and this is a big but...I was completely and utterly sick. In the worse sense possible. I couldn't get up and walk two steps without going dizzy, but I was determined to see the audition through at the end of the week. I believed I got better, was dropped off and not 10 mins after that, had an episode.

I was eyeing the competition, and some sweet gal came over and started chatting, by which time I was feeling a lil hot under the collar. So I edged my way to a bench (it was some sort of community/church centre, filled with huge heaters which only heated bits of the place, of course, I didn't know this) while nodding and smiling as this girl followed. I managed to sit down and remove my coat (I'd only gone and sat next to a heater!)then promptly blacked out. I woke up on the stone floor, with all these faces staring down at me, like in the cartoons. First thing I said was;

"Whoops! Sorry!"

then smiled and sat up, pretending I knew where the hell I was, for at that point, I had no idea who these people were, where I was or how I got there. Sort of amnesia for a few minutes. When I remembered, and they'd made sure I was fine, the girl started rambling on about how one minute I'd been sitting there, the next moment I'd flopped onto the floor and started twitching like crazy. Said she thought I'd been electrocuted. Hmm..nice image. I was almost tempted to say it had been one big performance. I mean, how much more realistic and original can you get?

Any of the hoo...I think that's about it. If I havn't sent you into a twitching fit yet then I need to work on my boredom techniques.