There are very few things, if anything really, that can make me lose my appetite. Just a few days ago I walked into a DOS suicide and came back with my crew and ate lunch no problem. It's not the gore that causes stress or loss of appetite. It's the mom outside the door screaming on the phone hysterically because she found her son dead in rigor mortis. I don't get grossed out. I feel bad for people. But that's just me.
That makes me lose it too. I think it's also more of the smell that get me. But i think it depends on how I feel. I personally think that the body and all of that is cool even though it might be graphic.
Well, in the case of that call that I went on, even the smell of decomp wasn't so bad. We headed back to the station and had lunch. There's really nothing any one of us could have done with regards to that call. Sadly, the young man was dead and was clearly outside of any hope of resuscitation. Although I will admit the first non-EMS person I saw after that shift was over remarked about how badly I smelled... And I said it was just the roast chicken pizza I had with the guys. It's really an interesting job. That scene was awful and I can't imagine how Mom of that poor man felt. We only get to walk in on a split second of people's lives and sometimes it's the tragic things that we walk into.
Yeah. People say the worst part about these jobs is the smell or the blood and for me it's telling the family members their loved one has passed. One day I came home from a surgery and everyone just cringed. I get used to these smells but sometimes it's harder for others
