In my younger days, I was in a drug house and saw an older (40ish) couple there buying drugs. They wanted to inject them there and asked if anyone had a problem with it. I've never poked a needle into myself, but have watched many do so, and did not object. The girls arms were a disaster and no veins were usable, so the man she was with, gave her a 2 handed choke at her throat while she injected the drug (dilaudid/synthetic heroin) into her jugular. That one messed me up for a bit and ensured I never stuck anything into my arm.
I did CPR on a man who had a heart attack on one of my flights in 2004. Worked on him for 35 minutes, 10 of those after breaking his ribs while doing compressions. The orangish liquid that spit out of his mouth every time I pushed on his chest will never be forgotten. During this, we had a doctor on board who injected him with almost everything our emergency medical kit had on board. They did so via sticking multiple needles into an IV catheter in his arm.
Once pronounced dead, we secured him in the last row of seats, laying on his back, knees bent, and arms crossed across his chest. After helping clean the galley, I noticed a pool of blood flowing to the back. The guys arm (with the catheter) had fallen over and there was quite the mess that leaked onto the ground. Having that guy die after trying so hard to save him was one of those things I'll never forget either, along with the fluids.
Last but not least...I hit an animal while driving. Pulled over to find it was a pregnant bunny. Her stomach has exploded, and all the fetuses, along with most of her insides has sprayed out. What messed me up was she was still alive and trying to move. I knew there was no hope for her, so I used my foot to put her out of the misery. I'm no animal rights activist at all, but I was 16 and didn't like doing it.
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