I know this is going to sound really weird, but my bellybutton appears to have some sort of direct link to the head of my penis, of all things. Having something in the navel produces a most unpleasant pinching feeling in the ol’ trouser snake, so it’s not something I do except to clean out the current lint crop.
Other than that, piercings squick me out. How anyone can contemplate making a hole in their tongue… shudder.
How anyone can contemplate making a hole in their tongue… shudder.
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I had 3 stitches in my tongue when I was a kid. I was about 7 years old and after being kicked in the chin while poking my tongue out at my friend I was straight off to A&E. Apparently it took 3 nurses to hold me down and my mom had to be escorted from the ward because she was feaking out. Getting them out was no picnic either, just one of the several times in my life where I have fainted
(The worst one being when my grandmother found me on the bathroom floor wearing my dressing gown - open - after pulling out one of my recent hernia stitches (I’m not accident prone - honest))
For some reason it was the knee replacement surgery on “The Operation” that really got to me.
For all you queasy eye people, I’ll put this in a spoiler box with a big warning: DO NOT OPEN!
For the rest of you:
I know someone who duct taped his girlfriend to the bed and when slicing through the duct tape, the knife slipped and sliced his eyeball. The eye surgeon saved the eye by taking it out, stitching it together, and putting it back in.
Eye stuff doesn’t really squick me out too much. It’s icky, but not a special kind of icky.
No no, special kinds of icky for me involves either a) hands or b) gums. For example, I go all kinds of ape during that scene in Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves when Christian Slater takes an arrow right through his palm. Another special kind of icky figures in the book It, by Stephen King.
Pennywise is in the library, haunting Bill. He smiles widely, and Bill sees that his teeth are razorblades. He then opens his mouth great big, and chomps down. King gleefully describes the gouts of blood that ensue. Bastard.
Freaks me right the hell out.
My belly button seems to be plugged into the same wiring harness as my balls. If I poke something into my belly button pretty sharply I get the same sick feeling twinge that I get from being hit in the balls. Not the immediate screaming pain of the balls, but a lesser version of the duller nauseating stomach pain that starts about 45 seconds after ball/foreign object contact.
Nails getting ripped off (avulsed?). The thought sends me screaming into the night.
My dad’s a GP, and one day he called me over to witness a toenail resection. Gee, thanks, Dad. :rolleyes: I had to stand at the doorframe and try not to watch real hard to avoid the flee-screaming-into-night reaction.
Body parts being impaled. Funnily enough, piercings don’t do that, but if, say, you were to get a fishhook through a finger, that’s done it.
Hm. I don’t get any funky pains in my bellybutton unless I’m really poking hard with a pointy object.
Hey weird, I get the same odd sensation when I press pretty hard. Maybe if you punch someone in the stomach, in just the right way, their penis will explode. :eek:
Eye injuries don’t seem to bother me, I’m not overly thrilled with images of being poked in the gums and my stomach does kinda flop if I try to clean out my belly button too deeply. Then there’s Miller’s barefoot scenario, which made me cringe, and any mention of nails ripping (since that happened to me as a wee lass).
Now, what would consistently give me nightmares is the thought of having your nose packed with gauze after it’s been broken. First, how can you breath well?!!?? Then the idea that there is so much of it and it probably gets all caked up with blood and other gunk, only to be pulled out once it’s healed. I can imagine it would seemingly take forever and be itchy and painful and, maybe, even get stuck ( ! ) resulting in either the doctor having to jerk ( !! ) on it or adding something wet to the mixture so it’ll slide better.
::: whimpers :::
Ok… now I want my mommy.
Nails ripped off is my squick out. Ugh.
Bellybutton? Nah. Like drewbert, I tried the Q-tip. Nope, no weird sensations, no freak out, no pain. Eyeballs? Nah. As someone who has worn contact lenses for well over 12 years now, I’ve learned that eyes can take quite a beating and still be fine. Incidentally, my eyes are literally *scratched up * right now and I’m not allowed to wear contacts again until they heal up properly, and I have to medicate them several times each day. So, no squickiness there, or I’d be in big trouble.
But nails. Just thinking about it makes my chest feel hollow and cold. Uuuugh. I had to take my ex to a podiatrist once due to an ingrown toenail. She carefully examined it, then turned around and got some kind of long, hedgeclipper-type instrument from the drawer behind her and informed him she had to remove half of his toenail. He squeezed my hand, she leaned over his foot, and I fainted dead away.
And that stupid commercial they’ve had lately with the stupid little fungus motherf****r diving under a toenail? I have made it a point to send angry letters and phonecalls to every station and website that displays this commercial. If they take it away, you can thank me. Damnit. I hate that ad. It’s not fair. I mean, come on, it would be like showing the eyeball scene from *Un Chien Andalou * for fricken Visine ads. BLECH! BLECH!
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I could never, never wear contact leneses!
FINGERS IN THE EYEBALL! EEEP!
Heh. I am sitting here laughing (and shuddering) imagining that accident defying all rules of logic and somehow happening. And also the subsequent explanation at the ER.
My squicky fear is something…shudder…cutting my Achilles tendon in my heel. And not merely cutting but slicing. Somehow slicing is a much more ominious word.
Would you please stop putting this thread at the top of New Posts? Or at least change the title?
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I got a papercut on my eyeball once. It was in second grade, when I flipped my worksheet over to do the other side, and the corner went into my eye. It hurt, but it wasn’t nearly as horrible as one would think.
I don’t especially like having things in my bellybutton, but it only really bothers me when I’m spooning with someone, and they stick a finger into my bellybutton. It’s unexpected and unpleasant.
Whenver I’m around people casting fishing rods, I always get worried about getting a fishhook stuck through my ear or scalp or something like that during the back cast, then getting it yanked on the forward motion.
You ever see those medical shows where a person has a compound fracture? What about when they make the incision and their incision looks like a lobster tail with the internal tissues blossoming out.
That work?
You wimps.
(peacefully and kindly leaves thread)
Amen, sister.
I get freaked out about the thought of a ring catching on something and tearing my finger off (and it’s not that uncommon - warning for the faint hearted, this has nice line drawings…)
AAAAAUUUGGHHGHHH!!! Now I have one more thing to freak me out!
My mom grew up on a farm, and knew a guy who got his hand caught in some farm machinery, which gave him an injury known succinctly and evocatively as “degloving.”