My husband is in the Nursing Program here at BYU-I and so I see a lot of medical related things. Many of them that I would probably rather not see.
I, like many others in my family, am a HEMO*POBE.
Hemo meaning blood and phobe referring to phobia or an intense or irrational fear of something.
Frankly speaking, I pass-out when I see, hear, or even imagine moderate to copious amounts of blood.
So, when Marcus comes home from his clinical at the hospital and tells me that his patient had an intestinal infection so they cut a hole in his stomach and attached a bag to drain the gelatinous and bloody fluids, it’s not really the best of times for me. But now he sure knows better…
I wanted something in my home that could show support for his educational pursuits, but also wouldn’t make me queasy. So I got out the paints & brushes.
I am giddy with the results:
What are you afraid of?