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So I squidh my finger. By the time I get home, it's grown a nice blood blister. I open it and squeeze out the blood, and I go get a band-aid. Which is when I almost fucking faint! I barely make it to the couch before I pass out, put my head between my knees and breathe calmly, but it takes me a few minutes to recover enough to get up and actually get the band-aid.
I don't get it. I've bled profusely in my life, and never even blanched at the sight. The only other time I've even even felt like I wa gonna faint was when I got hit square in the chest and could't breathe properly for at least five minutes. And now this?
Hrmpf.
