Okay, so there’s not that much blood…anymore…but there was…A Lot Of Blood.
And this is reason 5,287 why I suck at handling any type of emergency situation when my family is involved.
I become paralyzed, immobilized and completely useless. It’s not blood that makes me squeamish, it’s the thoughts of what could have happened.
Yesterday, the Wild Boar came in from the yard where he was gardening.
However, he was limping and yelling (he never yells and is never dramatic in any way) for me to get a towel and all I see was blood. EVERYWHERE.
I immediately turned to stone, becoming completely worthless as I saw the waterfall of blood running down his leg, into his boot.
I just stared as he pushed his way by me, getting his own towels, his own giant bandages and his own water.
All I could muster was, “What the hell happened…what…what….”. Great, right? So helpful.
All I heard was something about the weedwacker and my knees went weak. I didn’t even want to look.
He was yelling for me to help him. The kids were freaking out. It’s was a total scene, made worse by my inability to assist because I can’t stand the pain inflicted on those closest to me.
If it were a total stranger I would have no problem taking charge while I cleaned and bandaged it up.
But immediate family, I’m a total wreck.
So here’s the carnage…
Now let me say, this is nothing compared to the initial wound, however these cuts are pretty deep.
I was amazed at the loss of blood caused by this wound.
And yes, we are getting ready to buy chainsaws and farm equipment, don’t think I am already panicking.
Anyone else have this problem?