So the other day we had a little old lady in for CT with a history of basal cell carcinoma of the face. She had apparently declined to be treated for the last 12 years, and it had been eating away at her face. Her family brought her in because it had suddenly started to bleed copiously. Emerg debrided her face, then sent her for CT. We CT’d her, I helped because I have a strong stomach, and weak sense of smell. Even to me, it smelled unholy, and she had blood all over her clothing.
After the CT was done, the nurse was adjusting things and took off the bandage, and I saw the great hole where her right eye socket had been, completely eroded away through the cheekbone, the stump of her destroyed eye, all in a pool of blood and red meat. The nurse, very kindly, pointed out the moving maggots still within her eye socket, even after emerg had cleaned it up.
Fortunately, the horror movies have totally desensitized me.
Later that evening a bat flew into the old, spooky house where I am staying, initially presenting itself by swooping right past my right ear and scaring the hell out of me. I spent 20 minutes girlishly chasing it, yelling at it and batting at it, trying to direct it to a window. Whenever it went the wrong way, it went via a route that attempted to intersect my head, and I would drop to the ground. Eventually if flew out the door.
Taken together, I figure that these events would be appropriate for the beginning of a teen slasher flick. I think I may spend the weekend at the old cabin by the lake and wander around half naked in the dark. Or not.
I’ve been very careful to not tell over the top stories. I’ve made the mistake IRL. I’m not always welcome at dinner parties.