Blood
Like a scene from The Exorcist, I once spewed a stomach-full of blood all over a charming nurse as I came round after a major dental operation. Tell us your tales of red, red horror.
( , Thu 7 Aug 2008, 14:39)
Like a scene from The Exorcist, I once spewed a stomach-full of blood all over a charming nurse as I came round after a major dental operation. Tell us your tales of red, red horror.
( , Thu 7 Aug 2008, 14:39)
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Not Human Blood.....
Fortunately, I'm not really prone to bleeding very often, and I don't consider myself that squeamish, but I've seen a few things that have made me go "Ewwww...." When it comes to blood.
1) When I'd just passed my driving test, I was quite happily pottering down a country road, and I spotted a rabbit, happily bouncing over the road ahead of me. It had seen me and stopped on the white line on the middle of the road. No problem, thinks I, and move over to the left of the road, giving it plenty of room. At about 15 metres away, it decided to go back the way it had come, and promptly ran under my wheel. Horrified, I pulled over. I really shouldn't have. I had run clean over its head. And the sight of its brain escaping through its nostril, and his back leg tapping on the ground like thumper, and the quite large pool of blood made me feel quite guilty.
2) A long time ago, I used to work on the railways, as a track surveyor. Good long walks, with only a 40% change of death or serious dismemberment by a train moving at 125mph. This was rather spectacularly demonstrated one day by a stag that wanted to cross the track a short distance ahead of the track walk we were currently on. Unfortunately, he hadn't been trained on the proper procedure on when it was safe to cross the track, and got hit head on by a train.
It quite literally exploded. Messy doesn't cover it. It went everywhere. We found an entire leg 150 metres up the track. The rest of it was 'chunked'. Gore, blood, and worse was all over the place. You could clearly see the point that the train hit it with an outward semicircle of splatter. We took 2 track angle measurements (every 20 metres) before there wasn't too much blood visible. We decided to call it a day early, and get a drink at the hotel we were staying at.
That kind of made my stomach a bit stronger.
( , Tue 12 Aug 2008, 15:26, Reply)
Fortunately, I'm not really prone to bleeding very often, and I don't consider myself that squeamish, but I've seen a few things that have made me go "Ewwww...." When it comes to blood.
1) When I'd just passed my driving test, I was quite happily pottering down a country road, and I spotted a rabbit, happily bouncing over the road ahead of me. It had seen me and stopped on the white line on the middle of the road. No problem, thinks I, and move over to the left of the road, giving it plenty of room. At about 15 metres away, it decided to go back the way it had come, and promptly ran under my wheel. Horrified, I pulled over. I really shouldn't have. I had run clean over its head. And the sight of its brain escaping through its nostril, and his back leg tapping on the ground like thumper, and the quite large pool of blood made me feel quite guilty.
2) A long time ago, I used to work on the railways, as a track surveyor. Good long walks, with only a 40% change of death or serious dismemberment by a train moving at 125mph. This was rather spectacularly demonstrated one day by a stag that wanted to cross the track a short distance ahead of the track walk we were currently on. Unfortunately, he hadn't been trained on the proper procedure on when it was safe to cross the track, and got hit head on by a train.
It quite literally exploded. Messy doesn't cover it. It went everywhere. We found an entire leg 150 metres up the track. The rest of it was 'chunked'. Gore, blood, and worse was all over the place. You could clearly see the point that the train hit it with an outward semicircle of splatter. We took 2 track angle measurements (every 20 metres) before there wasn't too much blood visible. We decided to call it a day early, and get a drink at the hotel we were staying at.
That kind of made my stomach a bit stronger.
( , Tue 12 Aug 2008, 15:26, Reply)
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