As a Side Note, I Should Never Become a Dermatologist

So this morning was not an unusual morning.

I hit the snooze button my usual three to four times before waking up... normal.

I took a speedy shower and raced through the getting ready process in order to not leave the house any later than 6:30... normal.

I wasn't ready until 6:35... normal.

I didn't get to put on makeup... eh.

I drove to school with the windows rolled down and enjoyed the rain and the chill... on a chilly, rainy morning?

...normal.

So I get to my Introduction to Anatomy and Physiology class at 6:59 (one minute to spare, lovelies!) and sit down ready for anything!

We have a quiz? Psh, no problemo!

We have a lecture? I've got my clipboard in hand and am ready to jot down key points!

I thought that I had prepared myself for anything this class had to throw at me... until the professor announced that he had a couple of videos to share with us.

You see, we had just finished going over the Integumentary System (the skin/membranes/tissues/etc.) and specifically had wrapped up talking about any imbalances in homeostasis within that system (burns, caners, etc.).

The videos he had to share with us?

 

1. A man getting his back boil popped (with much throwing up on the part of the women who were popping it).

2. A video of a surgical procedure of removing Basal Squamous Melanoma.

3. Another video of the same procedure.

 

Now, normally I am not a squeamish person. No, I don't enjoy watching gross things happening, and it's not my choice to see surgical procedures or things being cut open... but I'm not going to throw up or pass out if someone is talking about blood, or if I have to get my finger pricked.

...or so I thought.

You see, I have a feeling that a couple of things played a part in the events that transpired after my professor hit the play button on those YouTube videos, one of which being the fact that my entire family has been sick throwing up with the flu literally all weekend. I have remained strong thus far (knock on wood), but that doesn't mean that I've been feeling my tippity top best.

Anyhow, the teacher presses play and the boil popping begins, and I'm just like...

And I immediately keep my head down on my notes to avoid any future scarring.

So with the Les Mis lyrics of, "Look Down" playing in my head I avoid seeing the majority of the grossness at the front of the classroom... however, no amount of eye-averting or Les-Mis-singing can keep me from hearing the women in the video violently laughing and screaming and vomiting... I mean, really?

So there I am, pitiful in the front row and trying to keep what little breakfast I had eating that morning to stay in my stomach.

Fun Fact About Jadyn #67: She has a phobia of throwing up... hasn't done it since middle school, doesn't plan on doing it until the very distant future.

And before she knows it, the video is finally over. She starts to get a grip over herself, but at this point she starts feeling her fingers and toes getting tingly. CRAP! She's no dummy, she can tell the signs for when she's about to pass out. Since she's got low blood pressure she's become a pro at spotting the signs and preventing the undesirable outcome (only once in her life has she failed).

...but what are you supposed to do if you're in the middle of class in the very front row? She doesn't want to make a scene, but then again she doesn't want to this to happen either... 

So she decides to wait it out... it's almost time for their "half time" break between lecture and lab, so she figures she can hold it together until then... right?

Well, the next video proves to be just the slightest little bit more graphic than she had anticipated. So before she knew it, her hands feet were tingly, she was getting a cold sweat, and her gag reflex was doing the Irish jig in the back of her throat!

But NOOO! She thought, I have to make it through, I have to be strooong!!!

And then she started seeing spots.

So she raised her hand and asked to be excused to go to the restroom right there in the middle of the cancer removal procedure.

The teacher laughed and was just like, "Yeah, of course! You okay?"

And she played it cool like it was nothing and got the heck out of that classroom!

Luckily it was freezing and wet outside because the cold was exactly what she needed to wake her senses back up! And there she sat on the bench, at 8:30 in the morning, head in hands, doing everything she could physically do to not pass out.

And as she sat there, a kind, worried gentleman walked over and was like, "Um... I'm sorry, but are you okay?", and she just looked up and was like, 

 

...so how was your Monday morning??? :)