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Originally Posted by PepsiFree
C-sections absolutely count. I feel like the perception of c-sections are so wild in terms of it being some “easy” route when in reality women are just casually bringing a whole human life into the world WHILE undergoing an insane surgery where they get cut open hip to hip and have their guts moved around, and then are immediately expected to care for that human while they recover. Wild. Women who have c-sections whether by choice or not are ####ing badass.
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The anesthesiologist told me I could stand up and watch them perform the procedure. My wife said it would be a good idea to be able to give her immediate updates on what was going on. I stood up watched them prep the area and a few moments after the first cut, I sat down with a serious face and said, "Let's trust the doctors on this one.".
*shudders* I remember looking at the blood all like... that blood is not the same color as a nose bleed...
Post surgery, some of them are borderline Monty Python due to the amount of drugs and adrenaline they're on.
"T'is but a scratch!"
*Bleeding through shirt*
Weird coincidence now. I remember getting stiches on my eyebrow. No idea how many. I just remember the instance. I got headbutted during a soccer game by accident (both of us went up to head the ball, I headed the ball, he headbutted me). As I'm getting my stitches done on my eyebrow in Chumir, the nurse is laughing how the dude across from me was getting stitches on the same spot (puck to the head during shinny).