Ack, ack ack!

[bubosquared]

Possible phobia hopefully successfully avoided. Agh, ew, ick! Hate maggots. Am unbothered by any other creepy crawly, don't care that might have eaten thousands of fruitflies in past, but. Ack. Maggots! They live off ROTTING MEAT, people!

Have cleaned. With much bleach. Never ever used bleach in my life. Did now. Hope got rid of maggots and smell. Gagged all the way through, and woul've thrown up had there been anything in my stomach. Never ever thrown up for non-physical reason. Wanted to shower with bleach. Didn't. Took long, hot, luxurious shower. Did not help to calm down.

Shit, shit, shit. If these things aren't gone within a week, I may very well develop a phobia here. Argh. Must not freak. Must actually make dinner in now maggot-free kitchen. Must not let fear get away with self.

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Jesus Chris.

That reminds me of a story my mom used to tell me about her cousin. H'd fallen off his bike and broken his leg. So the local hospital slapped some plaster on it, not worrying about the fact that there were several huge wounds on the leg. He was supposed to be in the hospital for a week or three.

Except the kid keeps complaining about the pain in his leg, but the hospital staff shrug it off and basically tell him to suck it up. After a week his dad basically kidnaps him to another, bigger hospital, where they cut away the plaster to discover the kid's leg's infected with gangreen. They managed to save his leg, but it was a close call. A day later and he'd have lost it.

MOral of the stories: small town hospitals -- bad idea.

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[ex-verdandi713.livejournal.com]

Oh, you ain't kidding. Get yourself to a large city teaching hospital or you're going to have big problems.