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WOD Challenge 6-21-22 Squeamish? Me?

It might interest you to know that this girl, the one raised on horror movies, the one who lives on ID murder mystery shows, the girl that drew people’s blood for nigh on 22 years-yeah, this girl, can’t deal with blood outside the human body.

It was one thing to watch it flow into a tube day after day, entirely another thing to see blood streaming down someone I knew’s face or other body parts; especially my loved ones.

So yes, blood makes me squeamish, only if it involves someone I love. I remember the first time one of my boys was injured, once I saw the blood coming out of his mouth I turned calmly to my husband and said, “this Bud’s for you!” making a reference to the old Budweiser ad. He grabbed his best friend and the baby (Chris) and headed to the hospital. Chris and Cassie (Larry’s daughter) had been running through the tiled kitchen with a toy in his hand. He slipped and fell, mouth first on the toy, which split his tongue wide open. That was my baby, my heart and soul-and he was bleeding profusely from the mouth.

Oddly, gory movies or pictures don’t bother me, probably because that’s not real life.
Soon enough, there was lot’s more bloody boy stuff I had to deal with on my own. I didn’t get over being squeamish, but I had to learn to ”man up” real quick. it’s just a part of life if you have boys. Stitches in heads, goose eggs on heads, cuts, scrapes, scars, once my baby (Chris again) was literally hit by a car and got up and ran off! It scared him so bad and unbelievably, he was mostly just shook up. Me, I though I was going to die! I was incredulous. He was embarrassed by the incident and went on to play the football game he was headed to when he was struck by the car.

The other thing that makes my so squeamish I get anxiety attacks just thinking about it is when I used to twist or dislocate my knees. I have dislocated both knees so many times, I’ve lost count. It’s a pain I cannot describe. The first time it happened to me, I was in the alley playing baseball with my brother and the next-door neighbor kids. I was running one minute and as I was in mid-air, my kneecap rolled out of socket and when I landed on the ground, screaming and writhing in pain, I guess it went back in. My parents had no idea and, thinking it was just sprained, made me walk around on it for a week. It was the size of a grapefruit and not getting well, so the following week, my dad finally took me to the doctor. That’s a story for another time, but suffice it to say, when I walked in the house on crutches with my leg in a cast, my mother burst into tears. It’s one of the only times I remember her feeling sorry for me. (Back then they casted after draining the fluid, nowadays, you get a brace). Once I was in the Army, it just kept happening, so I ended up getting out on a medical (but honorable) discharge.

What else makes me squeamish? Slimy stuff. Just slightly. In fact, I’m pretty much past it now, but I still don’t like boiled okra or real oatmeal. Oysters don’t bother me any more, but i have to have the horseradish and hot sauce and it has to be on a cracker. 😂😉

What makes you squeamish? tell me in the comments!

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4 thoughts on “WOD Challenge 6-21-22 Squeamish? Me?

  1. Anonymous says:

    Snakes, I remember going over to a friends from junior college and she had a pet snake. She picked it up and was rubbing it and kissing on it… eck! She asked me if I wanted to hold him? After thinking about it for a few minutes I told her that I had a camera in my purse and the only way I would hold them is that you take a picture of me with him because nobody including myself is going to believe this! So I have each picture to prove it!! I will have to be sure to show it to you sometime!

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