🤮 Gross Kelly Ronahan - Vampire Munchie Who Destroyed Her Own Legs
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quetiapine_queen
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so halloween this year gonna be a full on horror show, if she makes it that far with both her legs attached to the rest of her body holy shit what even
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Yes, it’s pretty much a waiting game. We can see there’s previous and current necrosis and infection here, but her antibiotics seem to be doing their job and keeping it localized. I have to say I am seriously surprised she has not become septic after all this time. I see positive blood cultures on patients with much less traumatic wounds all the time. Then again, the giant piece of jerky covering her shin is just scabbing, and it looks horrific but it’s keeping whatever may be left underneath somewhat protected. There’s no way to know exactly how long it will take, but the signs of edema and the the fact that this wound will not heal make amputation inevitable. At some point, she will develop systemic infection or her circulation will be compromised and cause the death of her lower extremity.
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I decided to write this fairly detailed for you, so… Yea, powerlevelling and grossness ahead. Enjoy, I guess.
I once worked at a department that didn’t deal with dementia/memory issues or wound care. This is relevant for the story.
I got yanked away from my own patient by a doctor because “They had a really strange wound”. It’s apparently an unofficial medical rule: When the wounds get gross, they call for the nurse vet because they have always seen worse.
In the patient room surrounded by like half the staff, is what looks like this typical little old lady. Except that someone has set up what looks like most of our departments’ wound care equipment.
She has the typical little old lady swollen legs and a wound stretching from about below the knee structure and up to the middle of the outer side of her thigh on one leg. It looks very close to Kelly’s, just more ragged in structure and with some more vibrant colours strewn in.
The room has a sickly sweet smell, like of cancer. You know it when you encounter it.
One of the intern doctors have attempted to clean it up, but lost her lunch. Then called in all the doctors to look at it, who in turn called in half the nurses. The intern who had seen the patient for something not relevant to the story, had done good by recognising there is a strange smell about the patient and asked to find the source. Good intern.
This is the first time I have seen anything like this wound, and from the looks of it, same for everyone else.
But my first assessment of it, is that it looks just like the pictures of the aftermath of that horrifying black salve. I have only seen pictures of this before.
Little old lady has been unable to answer any questions in a way that is useful for us, so since we now suspect black salve, we have to start digging for information. If someone is selling that shit out there, we need to know and see what we can do to stop it.
Everyone who is doing something that can wait, is set to work: Call family, friends, neighbours, gardener, maid, home care, everything. Anything. We just need to start digging for information and see what we can find out. Any information is useful at this point.
I encourage anyone who can stomach it to stay and watch. That’s one of the golden rules in medical work: No matter what, you have to look like you know exactly what you’re doing. It keeps people calm. The only way to get to there, is to see all the nasty and scary stuff while you can. Especially if you can do it over the shoulder of a more experienced colleague.
So, armed with a tweezer and some fibrin dissolvent, I get to work. That’s almost always all you need.
The wound is, as I wrote, covering her knee area and stretching up to about mid thigh. It has a dry and crusty black surface in most places, but it bubbles up with pus in vibrant colours from underneath it.
The black and crusty patches peel off fairly easy and reveals dead tissue underneath it. Squeezing on the spots where pus have broken through, pushes more pus in various consistencies out. There are pockets and tunnels crisscrossing in the wound structure where pus is led and flows. It tries to flow out from the depth, but the strange black patches are too dry and solid for the pus to get through. In some places it also has tissue that has healed up inside the dead areas. It’s bizarre: Like a lasagna layering of any and all kinds of tissue you can encounter in, or around a wound.
So I dig. Slowly and patiently.
Little old lady has been pumped with painkillers, so she is happy and chatty. She likes the attention. Sweet, old thing. One of the other nurses tries to get information out of her while keeping her attention away from seeing me peeling dead tissue out of her leg.
Now, I never worked professionally with dementia or any issues with memory before, but I can tell there is something wrong with he way she responds and how she remembers things. I only dealt with that back as a student, but I can remember how tricky dementia can be: If your patient is nice, but not too sweet and otherwise a people person, they can so easily fly under the radar and their memory issues won’t be detected. One of the interns following this from a safe distance mouths “Definitely dementia” at me. This explains why we can’t get any actually useful information out of her.
Anyways. I keep digging. And my cardboard container fills up with the strange, black crusty flakes and dead, squishy tissue.
The edges of the wounds have in some places been pushed in over healthy tissue, so in some spots the wound isn’t as bad as it looked from the surface. But in other places, it appears to be just bottomless. You can sometimes tell by tapping the tweezers on your tissue and hear and feel the sound and bounce in it.
And I keep digging, slowly peeling away the crusty areas and scooping out the pus. The black areas have an almost thread-like quality to them. Not always like a wound crust, but like old fabric. It’s strange. After about an hour, I have squeezed or scooped out the pus, so now it’s just the crust mixed in with dead or decaying tissue and the layers that seems to be semi-healed tissue
This is not the kind of work you can rush. Unless you know what you have underneath the wound, you have to take your time. In some places I have to remove healed tissue because it covers pockets of pus, or have grown in over layers of that weird dead and mummified tissue.
The old lady falls asleep all happily doped up, so we can now talk if we keep our voices down. The intern who recognised dementia has been talking to some family members on the phone and tells us that no, no one knew she has dementia. She has just been a sweet, little old lady which a loving family who came to visit her regularly. She has her little routines and is set in her ways, and the family usually talk with her about past experiences and memories, so no one realised she had problems with her memory. No one ever realises there is a problem unless the personal hygiene or household begins to suffer.
I get to a depth where the black crust is mixed with something that honestly looks like decaying old fabric. Threads where I can’t tell if it’s nylon fibers or hardened, dead protein fibers are mixed into the dark crust. I begin to see the bottom of the wound in places. Luckily, the bottom of it is perfectly pink and healthy.
The staff that has started digging for information can slowly piece something strange together. Since the family helps her with groceries, they have noticed a few strange things here and there. The little old lady has been buying a little more cleaning supplies than usual. But since it has been distributed over many family members, no one has thought twice of it. This leads us to believe she has used cleaning supplies like window cleaner to try to fix the wound. The little old lady has probably not wanting the worry and attention for her wound and done her best. The intern tells me that this is common among patients with dementia: It’s like an instinctual need to hide problems from the family.
I have found the bottom of the wound in most places, but near the knee it just seems never ending. The black crust has become almost solid and is hard to get rid of. I have a strong preference for the tweezers over using a surgical scalpel for cleaning wounds up, but I have to start using one. When I bounce my tweezers on the black crust, it goes “clonk” like hitting wood. It’s hard and almost seems dry despite being dug out of a humans leg. It’s bizarre.
No one has been able to figure out how the little old lady got the initial wound though. The family haven’t noticed anything, the neighbours haven’t noticed anything, the gardener, the cleaning lady, nothing, nope. Our best guess is that she has scraped or hurt herself in some non-dramatic way to begin with. But if she has really tried to treat the wound with window cleaner and the like, the wound will have become more and more fucked up. The human body is just meant to have the kind of shit sprayed or rubbed on it. This matches to some degree to the weird layering I see in the wound. It’s a mixture of semi-healed tissue, very much dead and almost mummified tissue, and pus. The little old lady has probably not tried actually cleaning up the wound, but just covered it on in some improvised bandages and treated it with cleaning products. Which in a bizarre way makes sense for an old housewife, I guess?
After like three hours of patient digging, I finally get to the bottom of where I can go. It’s not the bottom of the wound, but I don’t dare to push harder. My scalpel slides off the mummified, black tissue with a sad little noise. I don’t dare to apply more force here. Around here is where the interns and I are no long sure if we’re actually looking at dead tissue or of this is a part of the kneecap we’re looking at. It fits with the anatomical place, but we’re looking at the bottom of a really fucked up wound on a swollen leg, so we’re not sure.
But I got enough dead tissue cleaned out of there, so I can bandage it up again. We sent her to a wound specialist after this.
TL;DR: Little old lady probably got a small wound. Treats it with cleaning products. Makes everything worse. Results in a strange lasagna layering of black, mummified tissue mixed with pus and semi-healed tissue. Looked quite a bit like Kelly’s.
I got yanked away from my own patient by a doctor because “They had a really strange wound”. It’s apparently an unofficial medical rule: When the wounds get gross, they call for the nurse vet because they have always seen worse.
In the patient room surrounded by like half the staff, is what looks like this typical little old lady. Except that someone has set up what looks like most of our departments’ wound care equipment.
She has the typical little old lady swollen legs and a wound stretching from about below the knee structure and up to the middle of the outer side of her thigh on one leg. It looks very close to Kelly’s, just more ragged in structure and with some more vibrant colours strewn in.
The room has a sickly sweet smell, like of cancer. You know it when you encounter it.
One of the intern doctors have attempted to clean it up, but lost her lunch. Then called in all the doctors to look at it, who in turn called in half the nurses. The intern who had seen the patient for something not relevant to the story, had done good by recognising there is a strange smell about the patient and asked to find the source. Good intern.
This is the first time I have seen anything like this wound, and from the looks of it, same for everyone else.
But my first assessment of it, is that it looks just like the pictures of the aftermath of that horrifying black salve. I have only seen pictures of this before.
Little old lady has been unable to answer any questions in a way that is useful for us, so since we now suspect black salve, we have to start digging for information. If someone is selling that shit out there, we need to know and see what we can do to stop it.
Everyone who is doing something that can wait, is set to work: Call family, friends, neighbours, gardener, maid, home care, everything. Anything. We just need to start digging for information and see what we can find out. Any information is useful at this point.
I encourage anyone who can stomach it to stay and watch. That’s one of the golden rules in medical work: No matter what, you have to look like you know exactly what you’re doing. It keeps people calm. The only way to get to there, is to see all the nasty and scary stuff while you can. Especially if you can do it over the shoulder of a more experienced colleague.
So, armed with a tweezer and some fibrin dissolvent, I get to work. That’s almost always all you need.
The wound is, as I wrote, covering her knee area and stretching up to about mid thigh. It has a dry and crusty black surface in most places, but it bubbles up with pus in vibrant colours from underneath it.
The black and crusty patches peel off fairly easy and reveals dead tissue underneath it. Squeezing on the spots where pus have broken through, pushes more pus in various consistencies out. There are pockets and tunnels crisscrossing in the wound structure where pus is led and flows. It tries to flow out from the depth, but the strange black patches are too dry and solid for the pus to get through. In some places it also has tissue that has healed up inside the dead areas. It’s bizarre: Like a lasagna layering of any and all kinds of tissue you can encounter in, or around a wound.
So I dig. Slowly and patiently.
Little old lady has been pumped with painkillers, so she is happy and chatty. She likes the attention. Sweet, old thing. One of the other nurses tries to get information out of her while keeping her attention away from seeing me peeling dead tissue out of her leg.
Now, I never worked professionally with dementia or any issues with memory before, but I can tell there is something wrong with he way she responds and how she remembers things. I only dealt with that back as a student, but I can remember how tricky dementia can be: If your patient is nice, but not too sweet and otherwise a people person, they can so easily fly under the radar and their memory issues won’t be detected. One of the interns following this from a safe distance mouths “Definitely dementia” at me. This explains why we can’t get any actually useful information out of her.
Anyways. I keep digging. And my cardboard container fills up with the strange, black crusty flakes and dead, squishy tissue.
The edges of the wounds have in some places been pushed in over healthy tissue, so in some spots the wound isn’t as bad as it looked from the surface. But in other places, it appears to be just bottomless. You can sometimes tell by tapping the tweezers on your tissue and hear and feel the sound and bounce in it.
And I keep digging, slowly peeling away the crusty areas and scooping out the pus. The black areas have an almost thread-like quality to them. Not always like a wound crust, but like old fabric. It’s strange. After about an hour, I have squeezed or scooped out the pus, so now it’s just the crust mixed in with dead or decaying tissue and the layers that seems to be semi-healed tissue
This is not the kind of work you can rush. Unless you know what you have underneath the wound, you have to take your time. In some places I have to remove healed tissue because it covers pockets of pus, or have grown in over layers of that weird dead and mummified tissue.
The old lady falls asleep all happily doped up, so we can now talk if we keep our voices down. The intern who recognised dementia has been talking to some family members on the phone and tells us that no, no one knew she has dementia. She has just been a sweet, little old lady which a loving family who came to visit her regularly. She has her little routines and is set in her ways, and the family usually talk with her about past experiences and memories, so no one realised she had problems with her memory. No one ever realises there is a problem unless the personal hygiene or household begins to suffer.
I get to a depth where the black crust is mixed with something that honestly looks like decaying old fabric. Threads where I can’t tell if it’s nylon fibers or hardened, dead protein fibers are mixed into the dark crust. I begin to see the bottom of the wound in places. Luckily, the bottom of it is perfectly pink and healthy.
The staff that has started digging for information can slowly piece something strange together. Since the family helps her with groceries, they have noticed a few strange things here and there. The little old lady has been buying a little more cleaning supplies than usual. But since it has been distributed over many family members, no one has thought twice of it. This leads us to believe she has used cleaning supplies like window cleaner to try to fix the wound. The little old lady has probably not wanting the worry and attention for her wound and done her best. The intern tells me that this is common among patients with dementia: It’s like an instinctual need to hide problems from the family.
I have found the bottom of the wound in most places, but near the knee it just seems never ending. The black crust has become almost solid and is hard to get rid of. I have a strong preference for the tweezers over using a surgical scalpel for cleaning wounds up, but I have to start using one. When I bounce my tweezers on the black crust, it goes “clonk” like hitting wood. It’s hard and almost seems dry despite being dug out of a humans leg. It’s bizarre.
No one has been able to figure out how the little old lady got the initial wound though. The family haven’t noticed anything, the neighbours haven’t noticed anything, the gardener, the cleaning lady, nothing, nope. Our best guess is that she has scraped or hurt herself in some non-dramatic way to begin with. But if she has really tried to treat the wound with window cleaner and the like, the wound will have become more and more fucked up. The human body is just meant to have the kind of shit sprayed or rubbed on it. This matches to some degree to the weird layering I see in the wound. It’s a mixture of semi-healed tissue, very much dead and almost mummified tissue, and pus. The little old lady has probably not tried actually cleaning up the wound, but just covered it on in some improvised bandages and treated it with cleaning products. Which in a bizarre way makes sense for an old housewife, I guess?
After like three hours of patient digging, I finally get to the bottom of where I can go. It’s not the bottom of the wound, but I don’t dare to push harder. My scalpel slides off the mummified, black tissue with a sad little noise. I don’t dare to apply more force here. Around here is where the interns and I are no long sure if we’re actually looking at dead tissue or of this is a part of the kneecap we’re looking at. It fits with the anatomical place, but we’re looking at the bottom of a really fucked up wound on a swollen leg, so we’re not sure.
But I got enough dead tissue cleaned out of there, so I can bandage it up again. We sent her to a wound specialist after this.
TL;DR: Little old lady probably got a small wound. Treats it with cleaning products. Makes everything worse. Results in a strange lasagna layering of black, mummified tissue mixed with pus and semi-healed tissue. Looked quite a bit like Kelly’s.
godlessjezebel
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Just, wow. I’m actually not disgusted by any of this. Simply fascinated. Well I can say I’m not. I’m not sure how I’d deal in person - I have a hard time with certain consistencies (cannot watch pimple-popping videos, gag regularly when I have to plant sputums in micro), but as gross as Kelly’s media is, I haven’t come across anything that’s churned my stomach quite yet.
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See, that's justified powerleveling. It's a relevant and interesting story. Says a lot that I felt genuine sympathy towards the elderly lady in your story whereas I feel nothing but revulsion and loathing towards Kelly. Then again, one of them was genuinely doing her best (addled by dementia and not realizing that it wasn't a good choice). Thanks for sharing, that was interesting. I had no idea that cleaning solutions could do that, although I guess it makes sense. Wonder if Kelly's ever used those, or if she just sticks with shit?
I had to google "black salve" and I wasn't surprised by the results. Wow.
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So can one of our medfags pretty please explain what that hole in her leg is? I mean, I understand that bits of her skin and flesh are rotting off like she was a zombie or something, but I honestly don't understand how there is a hole there. Is it because she is just digging that deep, or... ?
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not a medfag but I assume the hole is the actual wound, the original wound maybe or at least the most major one that the necrosed flesh has developed around
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wounds have stages. Think bed sores or diabetics non healing foot wound. These are the typical examples.
if wounds are bad enough they have to be cleaned out. Debridement is the medical term. It seems counterproductive but dead tissue must be removed so the healthy tissue can begin healing. Here is a lengthy medical journal that goes into vast detail about skin and wound healing.
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Omg this story ends on a cliffhanger and i can't stand it! What was at the bottom?? Was it the kneecap? The suspense is killing me.
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I hope sharing YouTube links is okay. Anyway, I stumbled upon this video of Kelly's just now and have a lot of thoughts. It sounds like she is practicing telling lies about illnesses. I can't help but mentally compare this video to posts I've seen regarding her 'real' illnesses.
Kelly seems she would be the type of stubborn liar who would hold onto her lie regardless of how unbelievable it may be, rather than being truly skilled at lying. I think she feels that she is skilled at it though. She 'wins' due to her persistence in claiming her lie as truth, and no one being able to get through to her.
https://youtu.be/BiyUyCcrfNk
Kelly seems she would be the type of stubborn liar who would hold onto her lie regardless of how unbelievable it may be, rather than being truly skilled at lying. I think she feels that she is skilled at it though. She 'wins' due to her persistence in claiming her lie as truth, and no one being able to get through to her.
https://youtu.be/BiyUyCcrfNk
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You are like me then. I could have done this while eating my lunch simultaneously (Well, not really since I had a mask on). But get me anywhere near any issue with the mouth or teeth and you will probably be covered in my lunch in no time.
I do have one story of where I reacted to a wound though, it’s in the spoiler below.
Thank you. And thank you to everyone who read it!
Strangely, I have experienced the use of cleaning solutions on wounds exactly twice in my career and it happened just a few months apart. I’m going to share this story too because I think it’s relevant to see the difference in how the wounds reacted to different products.
I have always been in pretty specialised positions, and I have always tried to maintain taking at least one shift a month as a part time job out in primary care to keep my skills sharp. Being in a specialised position is great, but before you know it you lose your essential skills like the muscle memory for how to do an injection. (Preachy medfag says: And it also forces you to learn to rely on your skills and wit. Even though your colleagues are just a phone call and a drive away, they might as well be lightyears away when shit hits the fan). Anyways.
One of my stops is basically “Elderly man. Local doctor says there is a wound on the leg. Have a nurse check it out.”
Not a whole lot of info to go on, so my money is on that the elderly man had pulled that bit of information out on the way out of the consultation for something else. Happens a lot.
The elderly man has one leg wrapped up in homemade bandages from his toes to his knee. After unwrapping it, it’s a wound basically covering the length of the Achilles tendon and around 5 cm wide. It’s absolutely covered in fibrin everywhere, no scab anywhere, just that yellowish fibrin colour. There is something about it that instantly makes my nurses-sense tingle: Like you can feel how deep and moist it is. It just looks *wrong*.
So I plaster fibrin dissolvent gel on it (Starting to sound like an ad for that stuff), wrap it up with a bandage to keep it in place and give the gel time to work.
While the gel works, I have a cup of coffee with the elderly man. We talk about his grandchildren and the weather. Then he tells me he doesn’t know how the wound started, but that he has been treating it with chlorine.
Chlorine.
Yes, you read that right.
It took all my experience to keep a straight face to that.
But that explains that destroyed and wet look the wound has: Because that’s simply what has happened to it. Chlorine destroys the fatty acids that cells need in their cell walls, so he has dissolved all the cells in and around the wound. Both bacteria and his own body cells.
When I take the bandage off to see what my fibrin dissolvent has accomplished, the entire fibrin cover just slides off the leg like a big, wet pancake. Complete with sound effect and all. Sluuuuuuuuuuuuurrrpp…
That’s the only time I have ever reacted to a wound. My stomach flipped over. I felt it.
With the fibrin cover gone, I now stare into an exposed Achilles tendon.
The good news is that the fibrin pancake took everything that’s not supposed to be in a wound with it. It’s perfectly clean. Pink and healthy tissue underneath that starts seeping blood just like it’s supposed to do.
(To add to what Weaselhat wrote earlier: Wound care isn’t so much about what you do to a wound, but what you can remove from it. The body can sort itself out if you just remove everything that’s not supposed to be in there. No need for specialised wound products unless it smells bad, but that’s for the patient’s sake, not for the wound itself.)
I have a fair supply of wound products with me, so I bandage it up again and start planning what will happen next.
In this case I can actually end the story: We contacted the local wound clinic and he got plenty of visits from the nursing team. In the end, his leg healed up so perfectly that the wound clinic now uses the pictures for educational purposes. Happy ending all around.
One of my stops is basically “Elderly man. Local doctor says there is a wound on the leg. Have a nurse check it out.”
Not a whole lot of info to go on, so my money is on that the elderly man had pulled that bit of information out on the way out of the consultation for something else. Happens a lot.
The elderly man has one leg wrapped up in homemade bandages from his toes to his knee. After unwrapping it, it’s a wound basically covering the length of the Achilles tendon and around 5 cm wide. It’s absolutely covered in fibrin everywhere, no scab anywhere, just that yellowish fibrin colour. There is something about it that instantly makes my nurses-sense tingle: Like you can feel how deep and moist it is. It just looks *wrong*.
So I plaster fibrin dissolvent gel on it (Starting to sound like an ad for that stuff), wrap it up with a bandage to keep it in place and give the gel time to work.
While the gel works, I have a cup of coffee with the elderly man. We talk about his grandchildren and the weather. Then he tells me he doesn’t know how the wound started, but that he has been treating it with chlorine.
Chlorine.
Yes, you read that right.
It took all my experience to keep a straight face to that.
But that explains that destroyed and wet look the wound has: Because that’s simply what has happened to it. Chlorine destroys the fatty acids that cells need in their cell walls, so he has dissolved all the cells in and around the wound. Both bacteria and his own body cells.
When I take the bandage off to see what my fibrin dissolvent has accomplished, the entire fibrin cover just slides off the leg like a big, wet pancake. Complete with sound effect and all. Sluuuuuuuuuuuuurrrpp…
That’s the only time I have ever reacted to a wound. My stomach flipped over. I felt it.
With the fibrin cover gone, I now stare into an exposed Achilles tendon.
The good news is that the fibrin pancake took everything that’s not supposed to be in a wound with it. It’s perfectly clean. Pink and healthy tissue underneath that starts seeping blood just like it’s supposed to do.
(To add to what Weaselhat wrote earlier: Wound care isn’t so much about what you do to a wound, but what you can remove from it. The body can sort itself out if you just remove everything that’s not supposed to be in there. No need for specialised wound products unless it smells bad, but that’s for the patient’s sake, not for the wound itself.)
I have a fair supply of wound products with me, so I bandage it up again and start planning what will happen next.
In this case I can actually end the story: We contacted the local wound clinic and he got plenty of visits from the nursing team. In the end, his leg healed up so perfectly that the wound clinic now uses the pictures for educational purposes. Happy ending all around.
So based on my experiences, Kelly probably use something like window cleaner but not chlorine on her legs.
- Window cleaner and regular household cleaning supplies= Layering of dark, matte and crusty scabs with destroyed, wet tissue, pus and half-healed tissue mixed in. Ragged edges and big differences in depth.
- Chlorine= Wet and shiny yellowish cover. Thick Jello consistency, a mixture of dead tissue and pus glued together with fibrin. Rounded edges and uniform depth.
But that’s hardly a scientific study, just two hands on experiences. Also I would assume Kelly uses many different things to fuck her legs up.
Sorry, I don’t know. Once a patient leaves stops being your patient, you are not allowed to look them up or check up on them. They check for “suspicious activity” in the IT systems. I would like to know too…
godlessjezebel
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Judging just by this photo, what we’re seeing here is a very deep wound. The rough tissue covering most of it is dead. A giant scab intermixed with living tissue, as we can see in her videos - as she pulls off the chuck, it’s “adhering” to spots where pus/infected tissue is present. So the hole is just space between these layers of dead tissue, probably that whole top piece could be ripped off and you can tell there’s still a pretty thick layer of more dead tissue beneath it.
I work in a lab, with blood and other body fluids and bits and pieces of everything. I loathe sputum, every once and I while I’ll get scalp with hair still attached for fungal testing, and that doesn’t sit well with me either for some reason. Neither do toe nails. I’m fine with pretty much everything else. Fluid samples that are straight pus don’t bother me, I think just because they come in syringes and I don’t have to mess too much with them.
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Holy hell. I mean, it's probably better than the literal shit she was rubbing on them at first to get them this way (as evidenced in the medical papers she posted and probably couldn't decipher) but I can only imagine how the smell of rot and the sickly sweet scent of windex would mingle.
There's no way, with them running tests and what not, that they wouldn't be able to detect such a harsh chemical, right? Probably why we haven't gotten any medical papers as of late, fake or real, from her.
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I could read shit like this all day to be honest, stories are one thing, video and photos of someone fucking up their healing process are another however. My morbid curiosity drew me to this thread and to be honest, it's taken me to my limit a couple times. I have a lot of experience with wound care but this is just too much sometimes.
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I appreciate the stories about similar wounds more so than I do footage of Kelly's legs. Not because it's less horrifying but because 1) it allows n00bs like me to understand the extent of the tissue damage and 2) it makes Kelly feel less special
Nothing pops a munchie's ego like a medical professional going "yeah I've seen that before"
edit: spelling
Nothing pops a munchie's ego like a medical professional going "yeah I've seen that before"
edit: spelling
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I’m just sitting here wondering if I’m the only degenerate that saw all the shock sites back in the day when that was a thing, because that period of time desensitized me to the point where Kelly’s rotting legs cause no reaction or repulsion, just “this bitch gonna die of sepsis.”
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I guess what draws me to her isn't the mutilation, but the reason behind it. People get fucked in the head and hurt themselves all the time, but her reason for it is just so stupid. I mean Christ, if you need attention so bad dye your hair and make shitty art, she'd probably get more that way instead of ruining her body for a couple of threads on some backwoods forums most people haven't heard of.
I kinda hope they do maggot therapy on her to clean out the dead tissue. That'd be fun.