If all of you brave souls can submit a story, I guess I can too. WARNING: Blood Related
I used to work as a Unit Secretary at a local hospital, and would sometimes be asked to "sit" with patients who weren't mentally fit to be alone. Being relatively "untrained," for me this usually meant patient who would have normally been on the Psych Floor, but were on a medical/surgical floor for medical, non-psych reasons. Sometimes I was asked to sit with a patient on suicide watch.
This one patient (no names for HIPPA reason) was a psych patient who was on my floor getting a leg ulcer treated. The patient was very bored and restless and preferred to walk up and down the halls. As the sitter, it was only my duty to watch the patient and help keep him calm and look out for dangerous situations - not keep him in bed. Alas, all the walking had put too pressure on his ulcer, and sure enough, the wound opened. Fortunately, the patient was in his room sitting in bed. UNFORTUNATELY, the wound had exposed and opened an artery. Blood was not trickling or pouring down his leg - it was SPURTING ACROSS THE ROOM! You could tell what his pulse was - the spurts were in sync with it. It was getting some pretty good air to it too. I didn't know blood could squirt so high out of a wound about the size of a soup can lid. It shot some puss too.
Patient was getting panicked - I kept my cool. I put on gloves and a mask, hit the call button, tell the other unit secretary to get the patient's nurse in here right away and that the patient is bleeding badly, grab a wad of paper towels, and put pressure on the pulsating, pussy mess, and gently reassure the patient. I told him "Don't worry. It's going to be all right. These things happen. No no, I'm okay - you didn't squirt me. The mask is just standard procedure. When this is all over, I'll see if I can get the kitchen to send some popsicles." etc etc.
The nurse arrives - a tray full of tape and gauze in tow, and while he attended to patching up the patient, I surveyed the mess on the wall, floor, and bedding and called house keeping. I really liked working with that nurse - he has such a great sense of humor. He was teasing me later that I didn't need him at all and that I seemed to have it all under control.
From that day on, only poopy diapers (of the infant or adult variety) gross me out.