blood ....

For all that I love Dexter and his fascination with blood, I myself get all squemish when I have to deal with blood in real life.It just makes me weak, and not in a good way mind you. Yes, its the same weak in your knees and heart pounding kind of weak that you feel when someone you love gets too close to you but this one ends up in a faint rather than a giggle or heartfelt sigh.

I hate blood. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. This means that I also can't deal with wounds and gashes because obviously, when there are gashes and wounds, there would be blood. Ugh.

Yesterday, my strength was tasted. My little sister had a gash that got all bloodied and since my Mom just had her operation and was cooking, I had to step up. HAD TO being the keyword since there was blood.

Did I say that I HATE BLOOD?

I had to deal with that. Ugh. It was all adrenaline rush. Blood just kept gushing out but at that moment, all I could think of was that I HAD to stop the bleeding, I HAD TO be strong, I HAD TO not faint, and I HAD TO take care of my younger sister.

I HAD TO. Eeekkk.

Now because I was this paranoid, crazy person, I ensured that the wound would be well protected. So, it ended up like this.

Even my doctor friend said it was a bit of an overkill but I don't care. In a way, I'm kinda proud of myself for being able to step up and take care of my sister when I had to, blood and all.

Best part? I only threw up 5 minutes after everything was fine.