I think I am officially a dentist.
So I realized today that I think I have become immune to other people suffering. It kind of hit me while I was cranking someone's leg into a position that it cant go by itself, and the person was writhing in pain on my table. I dont seem to notice pain anymore. People whine, whimper, squirm, fight, pull away.... and still I keep cranking away. Sure I cut them a little slack sometimes, but if it has to go...it has to go, and I will get there.
I have heard the cute little monikers... Physical terrorist, P.T = Pain and torture, P(art) (Time) Doctor, etc etc. Patients laugh...until they realize that yeah...Im not gonna give you a comfortable massage followed by hot packs and an ultrasound. I am gonna find the part of your body that hurts and do shit to it that you do not want me doing.
I have actually have had a few people pass out on me. Now if there is one thing I dislike worse than someone throwing up on me, it is having to catch someone in mid fall as they conk out trying to walk out of the room. Contrary to popular opinion, people are heavy. Very heavy. And for some reason unbeknownst to anyone but the Creator, people only pass out when standing, and only when there is not another soul in sight to help.
I also think it is a bit wrong that blood no longer grosses me out. Somewhere between sawing off the top of the head of a cadaver that frightenely resembled the venerable Willie Nelson, and untangling what seems like miles of small intestines with my bare (ok, gloved) hands... I lost my sense of "gross". But for some reason, cold baby drool still gets to me. Ugh.
So this leads me to wonder...Is this what war veterans feel like? Have they been through so much that nothing suprises them anymore? Short of someones arm falling of, or death, I dont even know if I would really notice. (Death would suck, and does suck when it happens).
Sadly enough.... little old ladies that bring you cookies every appointment seem to be the only ones that die, and it hurts like hell. Assholes....they live on forever.
I have heard the cute little monikers... Physical terrorist, P.T = Pain and torture, P(art) (Time) Doctor, etc etc. Patients laugh...until they realize that yeah...Im not gonna give you a comfortable massage followed by hot packs and an ultrasound. I am gonna find the part of your body that hurts and do shit to it that you do not want me doing.
I have actually have had a few people pass out on me. Now if there is one thing I dislike worse than someone throwing up on me, it is having to catch someone in mid fall as they conk out trying to walk out of the room. Contrary to popular opinion, people are heavy. Very heavy. And for some reason unbeknownst to anyone but the Creator, people only pass out when standing, and only when there is not another soul in sight to help.
I also think it is a bit wrong that blood no longer grosses me out. Somewhere between sawing off the top of the head of a cadaver that frightenely resembled the venerable Willie Nelson, and untangling what seems like miles of small intestines with my bare (ok, gloved) hands... I lost my sense of "gross". But for some reason, cold baby drool still gets to me. Ugh.
So this leads me to wonder...Is this what war veterans feel like? Have they been through so much that nothing suprises them anymore? Short of someones arm falling of, or death, I dont even know if I would really notice. (Death would suck, and does suck when it happens).
Sadly enough.... little old ladies that bring you cookies every appointment seem to be the only ones that die, and it hurts like hell. Assholes....they live on forever.
posted by ss69camaro at 7:48 PM
2 Comments:
Ha! That means I'm immortal!
I'm jealous you got to dissect cadavers.
I like the comparsion to the dentist...Hi, Kevin! Hey, Ray wants to know if you are still playing world of warquest (I think that's the name of the game...) online...he was thinking about joining.
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