I am squeamish when it comes to seeing blood and guts. I am not the person who likes to go to horror movies or see horrific pictures of accidents. Some, probably like a doctor can look at stuff like that and just examine it without getting the willies, I get the shakes and then have to look away. I feel like it is happening to me when I see those pictures. I feel like I am empathizing with the injury to the point of having to look away. It wasn’t that way when I had my own horrific open wound when I was fifteen. My appendix ruptured and they left my stomach open and stuffed it with gauze. Three times a day I had to take all that out and clean the opening with peroxide then pack it up and cover it with tape until it healed up. I did this with no issues or feeling of getting sick, yet when I see it happen to others my stomach wants to leap out of my body. Friends who have been in combat just shrug and say they have seen worse, followed by asking where we are going for lunch. Me, I think I have sworn off lunch for the day. Good thing I didn’t want to be a doctor or medic as a kid, I would have never made it.