
Originally Posted by
snowsprite
At least you didn't pass out cold and whack your head on the floor like my big manly husband who dropped like a ton of bricks at the sight of a few drops of his own blood!
Sprite
I do that. It's not the sight of blood (obviously that doesn't bother me with all the DH injuries and such - my shoe was full of blood and I developed a 4" blood-sicle to pool on the floormat off my heel while driving myself to the clinic last time I needed stitches, and I felt totally fine) - it's needles that freak me out. I can sit there, try to stay calm and after a couple minutes I get tunnel vision and pass out. I hate needles.
"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming, "Wow, what a Ride!"
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