tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post116244139415460200..comments2024-01-12T11:26:35.176-05:00Comments on Working Stiffs: Not For The SqueamishWorking Stiffshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03270595837074553752noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-1162570919353754552006-11-03T11:21:00.000-05:002006-11-03T11:21:00.000-05:00Hey, Kristine, you're not dead yet (despite the sc...Hey, Kristine, you're not dead yet (despite the scene in the church). Never say never; the world works in weird ways.Susan Helene Gottfriedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12778191943289129869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-1162494680227076412006-11-02T14:11:00.000-05:002006-11-02T14:11:00.000-05:00I think I'm the opposite of you, Kristine. It did...I think I'm the opposite of you, Kristine. It didn't phase me hanging out on the intensive care unit recruiting people for interviews. But get me in front of a creepy movie, Yikes! I didn't sleep for a week after seeing, "Silence of the Lambs."<BR/><BR/>I used to give blood until I got a nurse who launched into recounting his post-traumatic symptoms while inserting the needle. I didn't faint, just came to the decision I'd given my gallon for my lifetime and it was someone else's turn.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-1162493455435834142006-11-02T13:50:00.000-05:002006-11-02T13:50:00.000-05:00Kristine, my grandmother used to read tea leaves. ...Kristine, my grandmother used to read tea leaves. She just did it for family and more for a good laugh when we'd get together. But it always amazed me at the things she got right. <BR/><BR/>Are you sure that fortune teller was totally wrong? Have you considered a nurse protagonist in your writing?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-1162473897798527032006-11-02T08:24:00.000-05:002006-11-02T08:24:00.000-05:00I actually did consider becoming a nurse for a whi...I actually did consider becoming a nurse for a while. That is, until my mom had hip replacement surgery in the dark ages of 1976 when it was experimental and I was a teen ager. She was in a body cast all that summer and I was on bed pan duty. It was the bed pans, not the blood that scared me away from nursing. <BR/><BR/>Instead I became an EMT and ran with the local ambulance service for five years. For those of you who are squeemish about blood, I'll refrain from relating THOSE stories.Annettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02755947919433555176noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-1162471437393605222006-11-02T07:43:00.000-05:002006-11-02T07:43:00.000-05:00My husband donated blood for years. He was up to ...My husband donated blood for years. He was up to something like 10 gallons when finally one nurse couldn't find a vein and botched the whole procedure. He passed out in the middle of a school cafeteria, packed with people who'd come to donate to the Red Cross. And now he can't stand needles. He passes out every time he must get blood drawn for his chlorestrol tests!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-1162470810437489242006-11-02T07:33:00.000-05:002006-11-02T07:33:00.000-05:00Blood doesn't bother me. I'm not real fond of vomi...Blood doesn't bother me. I'm not real fond of vomit, but I got over that after having two kids and cleaning up after them. I hate to be nauseated, though. I'd rather go through 12 hours of labor than be sick to my stomach.<BR/><BR/>Our juvenile detective is squeamish about needles. When we get our annual flu shots at work, we all stand around and watch when it's his turn. He turns a shade somewhere between school paste and pea soup. It's funny that a guy who would face down someone pointing a gun at him would be afraid of a tiny needle!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226151.post-1162467127839578232006-11-02T06:32:00.000-05:002006-11-02T06:32:00.000-05:00Yikes, Kristine! When I started college a million...Yikes, Kristine! When I started college a million years ago, it was assumed that all female students were studying to be nurses or teachers. Faced with blood & guts or a roomful of obnoxious children, I steadfastly resolved to become neither. I don't usually faint when I see blood, though. I'm more inclined to vomit. [Not the best behavior for the OR . . .]Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com