But this was infinitely worse. It was the knowledge that someone had had to endure having a piece of themself cut off.
I used to work as support for theatre in one of our main hospitals dealing primarily with surgical equipment. Cleaning it was of course necessary and digging people parts out of a large amount of things was just normal. You get used to it very quickly.
You’d think digging bone & cement out of what’s essentially a bone grater, which looks scarily similar to a cheese grater, except these are a 1/2 round shape. I didn’t mind that so much, a little flesh bone & gristle, and tendons and and and etc etc never hurt anyone, well, maybe the patient, but my pet hate was anal equipment, of which there’s a surprisingly large variety, I just didn’t like it, smell or no smell, just an ‘ick’ job.
