Nothing really crazy in my life but once I was waiting for bus and there was this drunk guy wobbling around the bus station. It took blink of an eye and he somehow fell right in front approaching bus. Even if the speed of the bus was slow it was enough to to crush his skull and splatter his brain all over the road. After initial shock passed I noted about cherry size piece of brain with blood on my shoe. So after that episode nothing really grosses me out anymore.
You preface that story with 'nothing really crazy in my life'? Wtf? Maybe I just have a bad stomach for that type of ish, but I am, and will be, disturbed by your story for some time.