FGM

Today was a first. I transcribed a report on a woman who, as the doctor so benignly put it, was "circumcised," or had undergone FGM (freakingly gory maleficence or, technically, female genital mutilation).

Now, I've heard of this practice, of course. Who hasn't? But I didn't know, exactly, what this entailed; so, as is my habit, I researched it. Evidently, there are several different forms, graded up to a type IV. The higher the number, the worse the mutilation, essentially. This particular patient is pregnant. Depending on the "form" of her mutilation, the delivery could be very interesting. Humans, man. Sick minds.

My husband was gone last night on a DJ job and Vaughn was up at my parents', so I had a rare blissful evening of solitude. The only thing is every bump, creak, and bang I hear in This Old House gets my heart thumping nearly out of my chest. I was just thinking last night that despite the horror movies, ghost stories, demonic shows I watch/read, the one thing that I find frightening far more than anything else (even if I were to believe that these supernatural things existed) is a human. When you think of all the things that humans are capable of and have thought up to do to one another over all the years that we have existed, THAT is the creepiest horror of them all.