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.
