h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Ewe. I do not want to see anyone's insides - especially not my own. I don't want to see pictures of them or hear descriptions of them. If Goddess had intended us to see our insides, she wouldn't have given us skin.

*lovingly pats skin*

I agree whole heartedly!

I will admit to watching those surgery shows on television once or twice or three times in my life. I think insides are interesting. The only episodes I couldn't stomach (ha ha) were ones involving the eyeball. For some reason I get fidgety watching someone's eyeball go under the knife, or get poked, or anything really.

When I had a glaucoma exam two years ago I nearly leaped out of the optomotrist's chair. That puff of air on my eyeball drove me nuts. I think I left claw marks on the arms of the chair.

{Courtesy}

FG, I can't stand that glaucoma test either. It drives me up the wall. But then I can't even put eyedrops in my own eyes without a lot of drama. For some reason I just can't do it.

> There were times in my old job when I'd find I'd just spent ten minutes trimming individual split ends out of my hair.

I've had jobs like that... Heck, this job can be like that sometimes.

As for seeing my own insides, I'd be fascinated. I'm not easily disgusted by body parts, even oozy body parts. The only thing I'd be turned off by is seeing my own skin cut up. At one time, I was interested in becoming a nurse, but I figured I couldn't handle watching people die.

> Lentilla, don't know the precise cause of the infection 'cos they don't bloodtest or anything. It was old greenhouse glass that I cut myself on, so it could be a whole concoction I suppose.

Yup, sounds like you've got something in there. That antibiotic will get the infection down a bit, then they'll open it up and clean it out.

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Oh, and right now I'm eating a salad with fresh lettuce and tomatoes grown by me... hurray for self-sufficiency!

When I was diagnosed with squamous cell cervical cancer, the doctor came jauntily into the examining room, shook hands, and said, "I've had a good look at your cervix, so I feel like I already know you."

I come from a long line of nurses but I get squeamish very easily. And speaking of eye-things, remember that scene in Le Chien Andalou where the eyeball gets slit open with a straight razor? I don't. I haven't been able to watch it yet without clenching my eyelids tight enough to squeeze a grapefruit.

I'm having an operation cos I've got this lump in my neck. It's fine, but they've kindly offered to take it out for me, so out it is coming. That's why I was going to be some poor medical students' exam question. I think the doctor was highly pleased with the accuracy of his initial diagnosis. Actually, I really do need a holiday: I was entertaining myself yesterday by working out how I'd apportion the marks.

Anyway: good luck with your op, Z. To be honest, I think the less I know about mine the happier I'll be, but it must be very unnerving for a doctor. Go for the mirror. What the heck.

Ahhh.... lump in your neck? Ack! How is that fine? Just a benign tumor? Or is it a ganglion cyst?

It is, apparently...

*Peers at her letter thingy from the doc*

...a pleomorphic adenoma in the left partoid.

*Beams proudly*

The doctors keep calling it a lesion. When they forget I'm listening.

Right after D was born, I watched a c-section on one of those shows, just to know what they'd done to me. Didn't bother me a bit. I get squeamish with the eyeball thing too.

And while operations don't bother me, seeing images of ravaged body parts (flesh eating bacteria, bubonic buboes) creep me out terribly.

Going to see Batman Begins tomorrow.

Firstly, a very belated Happy B-day to MR!

Bright kids like D are so marvelously ! I just wish I'd been one!

for those about to have their insides poked, prodded, cut and scraped!

I had a moderately good day today. I had a good job interview; even if I don't get it, I feel like the tide is turning, and just in the nick, too!

SC

I used to really enjoy escorting patients to the eye operating theatre when I worked on the eye ward. Fascinating stuff, all done under sedation not a GA. I would have happily worked there if the senior sister hadn't been an absolute beeatch of the first water. The ultrasound machine used for cleaning the delicate instruments brought our engagement rings up a treat.

I have got to get into town to buy shoes for the wedding, as Plan B has collapsed (where we get a lift) we are back to Plan A and having to buy shoes to travel up to, across, back out of London and be able to dance in in the evening. H has suggested that I wear trainers to travel in, but I am only taking a teeeeny tiny bag and I really don't want to lug a Sainsbury's carrier bag round all day.

[] - not very chatty today, sorry

Morning everyone!

Not yet had first of the day, so I'll post more later.

Ben

Morning all... I'm not squeamish except with vomit for some reason, I can see all the blood, gore and body parts I like without batting an eyelid (speaking of which I have no problem with eyes, I can even poke mine) but if I see someone puke I immediately feel queasy. It's even worse if it's real life vomit... that's when I start shaking and have to get as far away as possible.

I sometimes sit long into the night hunched over a computer in a darkened room chatting to people online, some of whom I arrange to meet. Does this qualify me as an internet wierdo?

And while I'm on the subject of regurgitation:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/4094120.stm

How the Hell can you intentionally vomit on someone with intention to cause harm? How the Hell can anyone even consider pressing charges for such a thing?

Not only do you meet them Mr D, you dress up for the occasion as well!
Points at Mr D, the internet weirdo
then again I'm only someone who you know through reading posts and I could quite easily be the internet weirdo instead of (or perhaps as well as) you.

Not sure how I feel about watching surgery. I know the last time I was in an operating theatre I could have watched if they'd put the TV in the right place (rather than behind me) as it was endoscopy of my insides to have a look at them. I think on the whole I was glad I didn't see what was going on.
Perhaps Z, you should ask for a video if you can't be bothered to watch the surgery there and then.