So last night I had a 'date' with a doctor... I'm pretty sure the preferred word is 'appointment' considering his office staff arranged it, he's seen me in a legally drug induced state, and my father was there. Anyway, on my big date with the doctor, he removed the dressing and was trying to get me to take a look at the wound. I started to peer around at the bottom of my foot and bam! Guess who's seeing stars?
My only conclusion from all this is that I either a) simply HAVE to date a doctor who can deal with my ability to faint at the sight of blood and can be a man about it or b) at the very least, date someone who can deal with gore, regardless of his degree. Just another thing to add to my list of deal breakers ;)
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After having gone through 3 surgeries since June on my right leg, I can sympathize with you. I do have an iron stomach but every time I'd get rolled back to pre-op, I'd get sweaty and even dry-heaved a few times...even the best of pain meds and anti-anxiety meds didn't do shit for me...but, I did look at my open wound one day and managed to look and even take a picture...but, something about surgery gets me.
Reading your blog about your leg definitely gave me the strength to discuss my surgery on here. I wasn't bothered by the surgery - then again, they didn't give me general, only twilight. But looking at the wound, and even now just thinking about it makes me woozy.
I faint at the sight of blood, too. When I was little I wanted to be a doctor but then I realized that I got lightheaded and sick at blood drives from watching other donors' bags filling up.
What exactly happened to your foot?
I had plantars warts removed via laser, so the wound is more like that of a burn. You writing about blood is making my stomach churn...
The saddest part is that I can't go down the shore. Well, I can but I can't go on the beach or submerge my foot in water.
If your having trouble going down the stairs you should get a pole like the fire fighters use lol...
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