Does the sight of blood bother you?
 

When I get a cut and bleed, I can patch myself up. When I see anyone else get injured and there a loss of blood involved, even on TV, I swear I can “feel” it in my nuts and I have to look away or I’ll get woozy. No way could I work in the medical field.

I can bleed like a stuck pig and it doesn’t bother me. Small cuts on other people are not a problem.

Big gashes and gore on other people bother me. Not physically but mentally.

Having gutted many a deer....no. Not one bit. Heights however......

Me too.

I think if I had to hunt for food, I’d probably become a vegetarian

I can deal with blood, severed limbs, you name it.

But ask me to pick up fresh dog poop or clean up vomit and I turn into the gagging heave-meister.

Nope. Grew up on a farm. Killed lots of critters. Managed to hurt/wound myself in some spectacular ways (both on the farm and later in the military). It does not bother me a bit.

Ex Army Medic so no.

The sight of my own blood bothers me.

Anyone else's, not one bit.

Yes, I have literally passed out seeing a picture on a slide show. If I get cut, I immediately get low and get a bandage on it.

First time I got light headed was in HS biology, I had to leave the class and walk around the hallway.

Ditto....

I have passed out 3 times in my life from staring at one of my bad heavy bleeding wounds.
Other peoples blood does not have the same effect. It is so weird.

I have lost my lunch many times when being around someone else who is vomiting. I can't deal with baby diapers either. When I married my wife, she came with two kids who were past the diaper stage. Now I have 5 grandkids.... That said, at 56 years old I do not ever recall changing a diaper. Sometimes if I even catch a whiff when my wife or daughter is changing the grandkids diapers I start gagging.

It has served me well as I never have to change diapers. ;):D

I used to have no tolerance for that sort of thing. The first time I tried to give blood, they tell me I turned a"delightful shade of green " when the technician pricked the end of my finger to determine iron levels.
Since then, multiple equines, dogs, cats and kids have exposed me to enough bodily fluids and solids that it's a non issue.
Ain't life wonderful?

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Les

Not a big fan of either. Blood tests or blood donation, I won't watch the needle or whatever going in.

+1

I'm a fainter, got it from mom.

Nope not at all.

Maybe it was printing crime scene photos for a while when I was younger. One thing about every TV or movie show about a murder or shooting is the amount of blood. They never show the real volume of blood that is just everywhere.

I don't think blood bothers me. I don't remember ever having blood bother me. But then I don't remember a time when I was around anyone with a really big wound that would have bled a lot.

no. but sometimes the texture does.

as an intern back in college i got loaned out to another group, where they were testing arterial closer devices. and so they had a massive DOE, and needed hands to run it. we were using pigs blood, and pumping it through model arteries, and then using the closer device and testing the results. pressure/flow etc.

and since blood didnt mess me up, i did this for like 2 or 3 weeks, 8 hours a day.

and the thing that got to me, was the tackiness of semi-dried blood. really, its just not an appealing texture. the smell gets bad after an 8 hour day too.

Same. Although I've been fortunate to not shed that much blood in my lifetime...nothing beyond anything needing a few stitches. Maybe it'd be different if I had truly massive bleeding....

After 50 years as a mechanic, you get used to it. Just another day.

A little cut does not do it to me.... It is when it is a large injury and I see the blood pulsing out of me that I start to get lightheaded.

Exactly the same reaction. Fixing my own wounds? Fine. Hearing a doctor discuss a surgery with detail on cuts? Passing out.

I feel ill just saying this, **** this thread!!!

Not at all. Neat story. I was cutting up a car years ago, was climbing out of a pile of sheetmetal rubble when I slipped and fell. Ragged piece of metal went right through the skin in my forearm, cutting it neatly down to the muscle fascia about an inch long. Skin split open and blood was coming out and little globules of something yellowish were here and there. It was pretty cool to see the muscle. Bled pretty well but no big deal.

Haven't seen much of other people's blood but also NBD.

No, not unless it is squirting across the room!

Nope...but I do notice it raises my BP if it's bleeding good.....which makes it harder to clot up.

I've not really had many issues with my own small injuries. I did slice open the web of my hand with a woodworking chisel several years back and got slightly woozy from it.

I donate blood regularly at Red Cross Blood Drives. I definitely look the other way and avoid looking at the bag of blood. There's just something mental about me knowing that the red stuff doesn't belong out of my body!

My own blood, no matter how bad doesn't bother me. If I caused the blood on someone else, that doesn't bother me.

Bleeding I didn't cause does for some reason. I'm weird.

A bit when dealing with kids.

Absolutely and totally understandable.

Blood, not so much. Mostly, I like to see blood, because I have a lot of patients that are vasculopaths, with sketchy vascular. I am happy if they bleed through the dressing.


I want some peppermint oil or mentholatum on my mask if we are talking about wet gangrene though.

Was single for many years, got married and had two daughters. There isn't any bodily fluid you can't handle.

Not at all. It's the insects attacking a freshly dead body that creeps me out. They are on the body within 1 minute of death.

Yep, that's super creepy. What you've seen and dealt with, I can't even imagine. Just seeing animals from time to time is bad enough.

Not sure why, but the sight doesn't, but something else, the smell maybe, and I will go woozy. Back in 7th grade, went to visit the research hospital where they had a dog on a heart-lung machine. Everyone in the class crowded around the operating table, so a I walked around checking out all of the equipment first. Next thing I know, I start feeling overheated and faint, went into the hallway and couldn't push the swinging doors open before tunnel vision had me crumpled to the floor. This surprised me as I would read medical journals while eating lunch and wasn't bothered at all! A couple of other similar instances since then...I'm not cut out for that type of work!

Between cutting people out of cars and stuff with the fire dept, and my job with the Medical Examiner, dealing with suicides, jumpers, train strikes, homicides, etc...., blood doesn't faze me in the slightest bit.

Now puke or poo-poo... That's a whole different story! :D :eek:http://forums.pelicanparts.com/suppo...ys/a_pukey.gif

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I’ve probably given 5 gallons of blood over the years. I don’t know why, but I always hold the bag of blood before they take it away. It’s weird to feel the warmth and weight of it.

No.

There's a saying in surgery: All bleeding stops eventually.

No.

I had to assist a worker who had a 20 ton press come down on his hand. I was visiting my friends shop and he comes running into the office spewing blood. I tightly wrapped his hand in a towel had him raise his arm above his head and held it tight against his shoulder with the forearm bent at the wrist. No one else in the shop would even come close to the guy. I had someone take over and rushed him to medical care. The doc and nurse said he would have bled out by the time EMS arrived.

The worst was when I was coming home from a day at the track and was on a 2 way Ave in Brooklyn when a young man who was "hitching" a ride on the tail of a big box truck fell off when the truck hit a bump. He flew backwards and landed on the back of his head. When I jumped out to assist it was not a pretty site. His skull cracked open, there was brain matter and the blood was just pouring out. I am haunted by that image. I stayed with him, nothing I could do but try to comfort.

Geezer voice "Back in the old days of Apheresis donation the used both arms! So I had a needle stuck in both arms, and I could not even scratch my nose. It took 90 minutes, so they would play a movie for me of my choice on the VCR. So one arm fed a machine that separated the component in the blood they needed, and they pumped back in the stuff they did not need into my other arm. Now it is just one arm for both so it has gotten better." End geezer voice. I got a free T-shirt, and some cookies as my payment.

I have donated 6 gallons total over the years. Then they had a false positive for Chagas disease. They tested it again on the spot, and it was negative. But one false positive was enough for them to ban me from donating. A few years later a hematologist doctor was doing a study on Chagas disease and he asked me to come in and have some blood drawn for more testing, and they asked me to bring one of my neighbors. We both had blood drawn, and the CDC and an independent lab tested our blood and of course found no evidence of Chagas. One false positive, and I am off the list. They asked my neighbor come in as a control to make sure it was not something endemic to our neighborhood. He has lived here for 30+ years and I am the FNG at 26 years.

Holy crap. I can’t finish reading some of your stories, fellas.