There's something about poop
-that just makes me sick
Because of my chosen profession, I have to be pretty tolerant of many things that most people think are disgusting. Blood, body parts, organs, and with my chosen specialty, even pee. I can handle them just fine. In fact, there is nothing I find more fascinating than having my hands down inside a human body, working on making it better.
That really gets my motor running.
You would think that, having become immune to being grossed out by that sort of thing, that I would be pretty immune to most things. But not all. I have an Achilles heel.
Poop.
Yes, poop. There is just something about it that makes me sick. That doesn't mean I don't have to deal with it. I change plenty of diapers, and have even had to hand-scoop the occasional log out of the bathtub. I can do it.
But I hate it. So, so bad. My jaw starts to tingle, I taste something bitter in the back of my throat, I start to feel a little light-headed. Not every time, but it is the one thing that really, really gets to me. I can eat lunch while watching an operation. I can talk about the surgery I did over dinner. My wife yells when I do, but it doesn't even daze me.
But those dirty diapers. They really get to me sometimes.
It's so weird how that works.
Dealing with poop has gotten to me on occasion. It really depends on consistency.
