Doh! how could I have forgot the kicker:
After they examined the organs, they would dispose of them in oil drums just outside of the necropsy area. There were about 7 total full of gore.
In a store, several years ago, I was shopping for canned meat for a casserole dish I was planning to make for my dinner that evening. Some idiot left one of those little cans of Vienna sausage open. By the time I got there the meat was gray and covered with maggots!! BARF!! Incredibly, I picked up a can (properly sealed, of course) of that sausage and made my dinner with it. Didn’t feel any ill effects from the (wholesome) sausage, but ever since then I’ve been careful to watch out for open cans left on store shelves!!
Some pretty gross stuff you’ve all seen! I attended my first autopsy this summer and handled it fairly well I thought, until the woman’s stomache was opened; spaghetti everywhere - eeeeeeewwwwwww gross! Looking at spaghetti now makes me want to heave.
The grossest things I have seen: maggot infested wounds in animals, helping cut off animal’s heads for rabies testing, and the cat I recently mentioned in my Animal Emergency thread that had part of a lizard coming out his nose. And oh yeah, the cat that had a rectal prolapse. Eyeballs dangling out of the head are also good for a shudder or two. Still none of that can compare to the horror of human death and gore.
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.–Coleridge
Years ago a cow on our farm was freshening at about 3:00am. She was having trouble so we attacted chains to the front legs of the calf to help pull it out. This is a fairly standard practice but it wasn’t working. Something to be aware of once begun there’s no stopping or the mother will end up paralyzed and have to be put down. So we attached a veterinarian device used just for these kinds of problems(it gives way more leverage) and started pulling again.
The calf was pulled into two. Even that wasn’t the worst of it, we had to pick the rest of the calf out in bits and pieces.
The mother at least lived.
One time, at a party, I got really drunk. I wandered into a spare bedroom that I knew had an open window to puke out of, but I didn’t make it. I vomited, in a spray, over the entire room. I had just eaten a frito pie a few hours before. I then passed out on a top bunk, still wretching and vomiting, sleeping in it. By then, though, it was all alcohol. No food left.
The next morning, I had to clean it up. Little flakes of frito, little deflated bean-skins, meat flakes, all over. And the most horrible smell I’ve ever smelled.
I had to find a scraper and chip it off of the couch cushions. It took me about three hours to clean up the mess, and a half bottle of Febreze to get rid of the smell.
I’ve seen a video of a guy draining a beer into a woman’s ass, then she sprays it out. He puts his mouth in front to drink it, then, a huge, gooey, beery, nasty, tube of shit flops out of her ass into his mouth. Geez, it was so gross.
My grandpa was driving along one night, with his friend beside him, sleeping with his head on the top of the door (window was down). They went over a metal bridge, and Gramps heard a “bwaaang!”. He looked over and was like “Hey, what was that?” his friend didn’t wake up, so he pulled over, and pulled his friend upright. His friend’s head was ripped off from right above the eyes back.
Another time, my dad’s family was on vacation, when they saw oncoming headlights spin around and go off the road. Grampa stopped and walked up to the car. The front bench seat was missing, but he found the driver, cut in half, beside the car. He walked down the road a ways, and found the seat, the passenger still strapped in, slumped over, with the remains of the top of his head smeared down the road a ways.
I know there’s more, but I can’t think of any.
–Tim
We are the children of the Eighties. We are not the first “lost generation” nor today’s lost generation; in fact, we think we know just where we stand - or are discovering it as we speak.
Wow, these are all very eeww. So, I guess I should tell my little tale. At least one of em’
In Anatomy two years ago, someone bet their lab partner to eat a piece of dead cat liver. Let’s just say that the guy got his five bucks. That’s not the worst part though, 20 minutes later he vomits all over their cat. Sick. Right after lunch too.
Definitely the nastiest thing I’ve seen, but for smells I have to go for the beginning of that same year. I decided to visit a friend of mine who had just moved to Michigan, it was the beginning of the school year and since we didn’t go until a week after them I decided I’d check out his school. Big mistake. Someone the year before had hidden a fetal pig just before school had ended. Well, it festered and stunk up the whole hall. 3 month old rotten baking pig, not the best of odors. They had to tear down the entire science hallway and rebuild. It still makes me shudder.
There are more but none are as interesting.
Indecision is the key to flexibility.
Kyoko Baby,
Shane
Three months ago, my cousin’s doctors popped his right eye out of the socket so that they could break the bones and reform the socket.
One week before he was going about 50mph when he ran his car off the road at a blind, unmarked turn. He broke his back and neck, along with his face. After he realized that no one was going to stop to help, it took him three or four hours to walk the 100 yards to a farmhouse, passing out every few steps.
Obviously I wasn’t riding with him or in the operating room. I just wanted to share this.
:Q
I’ve been pretty sheltered, but as far as reading material goes, Iain Banks’ “The Wasp Factory” is one of the most disturbing things I’ve ever read.
Oh wait… there’s the time I was walking near a stream and stumbled across a dead mommy possum and a litter of dead baby possums… some inside mommy, some out. That was… well, being a 14year old boy it was kinda cool.
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The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
OK. Gross time here. Guys, grab your balls or close your legs.
I worked in a hospital for years, through the ER, in surgery, on the floors and even in the morgue. One of the worst things I observed was what happens when someone gets syphilis and it goes wild. (Kind of rare these days because of the ol’ shot in the ass.)
This guy was in an isolation room and I was to change the dressings on his balls. I had been informed that the disease had settled in there and eaten his sack out and we were trying to grow it back without removing the ‘boys’. Well, to keep it short, after I got in there, suitably gowned, masked and gloved to protect mainly me, I removed this wad of yellow, stained dressing from his nuts. (The yellow was from furascine gauze – an oily antibiotic applied topically.) From the front, he looked OK, but when I turned him around – he had to stand for the whole procedure – I found that the back half of his sack was gone.
Just a gaping hole, with what looked like some bloody, grayish snot around the edges and his pale, white boys dangling in there on their cords. One popped out. Dead tissue came out on the gauze and plopped on the floor and I almost barfed! I had to fish out any of the special gauze packing wedged in there, give him a medicated sitz bath to remove all of the dead tissue, then hand dry him off, and repack that hole with fresh furascine, long lengths of furascine soaked tape, wrap him up in fresh stuff, then clean everything up.
One time when doing this, a great, gray, slimy chunk of dead tissue slipped out and fell into my shoe! I was wearing loafers and I almost ran out of the room to decontaminate. As it was, I scraped it out, finished packing him, then poured about a bottle of alcohol down my sock followed by a solution of betadine to kill any living bacteria that might have been still there.
He did heal up, over time, but his boys could no longer foster children. I’m surprised he kept them. There is nothing quite so unnerving for a man as seeing another man’s nuts minus the sack just hanging there!
Mark
“Think of it as Evolution in action.”
Once, as a senoir army cadet, we watched a video of traffic accidents……
In this particular example, an old guy had made a right turn acroos the lane of on-coming traffic. The aftermath was horrific…the old guy had a few scratches, the motorcyclist was totally dismemebered, the only recognisable feature being his head, intact, contained in the helmet he wore. Horrible.
Oh, the old guy was NOT at fault, the motorcyclist hit him at 100-120 mph.
I saw the suicide on one of the faces of death movies.Damn,nothing I have ever seen comes close to that.My grossest thing is pretty mild compared to all this.I had a dog once that enjoyed licking up vomit.
Viva La Dos Equis!
The grossest thing I have ever seen, (or rather two of the grossest things I’ve ever seen) are last year in the evening a run over hedgehog with it’s brain clearly visible (although not spread out over the road, it was still in it’s head, but a huge open wound was exposing it’s brain) and about two weeks ago, a dead rat with it’s head completely missing.
Shortly after I moved to NYC, I was walking on Houston Street, and a kid on a bicycle, probably a bike messenger, had lost his balance next to an 18-wheeler. He was thrown under the truck’s tires, where he was squashed like a bug. All his interior organs were squeezed out, including his brain. The driver didn’t even know this had happened, until several witnesses flagged him down. He totally broke down and cried like an anguished baby.
Mod note: I’ll leave this open and see how it goes but I would like to point out that this is a zombie thread from 1999. Many of the posters who replied before have not posted for a very long time.
But congratulations to this thread. You are old enough to drink legally.
While working at a hospital I spent some time near an ER patient with a deep wound infected with MRSA. Naturally the nurse needed to change the wound’s packing while I was in the room. At the time I didn’t know what MRSA was but I quickly became certain I never wanted to get it.