I would say medium. I have a kid, and the threshold has gone up quite a bit since her. Other people’s vomit, though, I don’t know about. Surgery is mostly interesting, and needles not a problem, but like some others here, eyes kind of freak me out. The notion of nailless fingertips makes me feel ill. And it depends on whether I’m in the first trimester of pregnancy or not.
I’ve got a high threshhold. I clean up after Aaron’s bodily emissions daily. I’ve been pooped on, peed on, thrown up on, and drooled on. I just mop it up and go on with my day.
I used to work for an interventional radiology practice whose doctors would do abscess and peritonitis drainages. I’d read the reports while eating yogurt for breakfast. In the reports, they’d describe the pus they were draining, and it often sounded like the yogurt I was eating. I quickly changed from yogurt to oatmeal.
Robin
When I was attending the police academy we were given a presentation by the County coroners office. I got to spend an hour standing in a very warm, overcrowded classroom looking at pictures of people who had commited suicide or otherwise come to their demise.
One person had slit their own throat with a serrated bread knife.
Another had blown his brains out with a shotgun. There was brain matter all over the walls, and to top it off, the victim’s cat was in the picture, walking on the body.
There was a pic of a utility lineman that was electrocuted. The body looked like a steak that had been left on a grill for about 3 hours.
Oh yeah, and a picture of a girl who doused herself with gasoline and set herself on fire.
Now just imagine an hour of pictures like that.
I felt weak in the knees more than once during that presentation.
[The spelling of my ogdammed name corrected by me. :D]
That was pretty funny. Thanks for bringing it up.
(What would that be called? Emephilia?)
Reallllllly high threshold here. I regularly whatch the surgery shows while I eat. When we used to have digital cable me and my roomates almost always had it tuned to the Surgery Channel.
I’ve watched several Embalmings, and even helped in one.
I’ve watched a couple autopsies IRL, not on TV. That IceCream Scoop for Brains cracked me up! I couldn’t stop laughing, I still find it hilarious.
My roomates and I used to regularly clear out restaurants, and we are banned from all the Denny’s restaraunts in the area.
ON THE OTHER HAND…
If I have a bad hangover, a loogy is enough to make me want to puke.
Like a couple of previous posters I enjoy watching surgeries and all type of real ER thingies on TLC while eating. Well I mean that if I happen to be eating at this time, I won’t stop, I am not gonna rush for a sandwich once it airs!
I can take pretty much anything and for some unknown reason can’t watch, get, handle a simple needle… the thought of it give me the creeps.
My threshold is quite variable.
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Low - Way, Way Low: Vomit. I sympathy-barf at the mere sound of retching. Me barfing makes me barf. Bleech. gak
I’ve got a high gross out threshhold.
The only thing that would provoke a response from me is another person throwing up on me.
I would throw up on them in return. That’s it.
I kind of like watching surgery as well. I watched the doctors do the C-section on my ex-wife when our third child was delivered. I was fascinated…didn’t gross me out at all.
Last year I had hernia surgery. They only gave me enough “milk of amnesia” (as they called it) to put me in a dream state. During one of my more conscious moments, I remember asking if I could watch them doing the surgery on me. I think they would have let me but for the fact that they couldn’t remove a sterile curtain.
My threshold is very high, nothing grosses me out unless I let my imagination get in the way. Other peoples’ body fluids don’t bother me unless I start thinking about what might have caused them to loose control of the body fluids. Open bloody wounds don’t gross me out but the thought of them makes me hurt.
I saw something the other day that made me gag (something I rarely do). It didn’t stink, it wasn’t messy, it was…
…a mouse turd on a spoon. Just the thought of the mouse climbing up into the drawer and squatting on the spoon and then… what if… somebody used the spoon to stir their coffee, would the turd disolve into the coffee, or would it sink to the bottom and stick to the bottom of the mug, or would it just float on top?
See what I mean about the imagination thing? :rolleyes:
Did you have an epidural as well? How did they numb the area?
(This is a very big topic for me, for various reasons, I’m really interested in the answer.)
Did you test your hypothesis?
No epidural Stoid (that’s a spinal injection IIRC). This one was given IV. I don’t know how they numbed the area, I just know I didn’t feel a thing.
I had the same anestetsia (milk of amnesia) about one year prior. I had to have a pacemaker to correct a genetic heart condition. I had to be partially conscious for that procedure, and I seemed to agree with the anestetic. No hangover, and a very short period in the recovery room.
Anyhow, they let me have the same anestetic for the hernia operation. I requested it, and they said that since I was so skinny, (yes, there’s a reason for my user name) they thought they could use it. With heavier individuals, they said they need to totally knock them out in order to get the abdominal muscles to relax sufficiently.
Wish I could remember the proper chemical name of the stuff, but I can’t. Sorry.
That set is something else, eh? Far from the goriest, but that face is so hard to look at. Creeeeeeeepy
I’d say mine is medium. After spending a few years working with the six and under set, diaper changes, drool, most runny noses (more of a risk of turning my stomach than poop, though, go figure) and vomit don’t really bother me. Blood, on the other hand, freaks me out, no matter whose it is. You’d think, that being female, I’d be used to it, but no.