Arg, my roommate just cut her hand pretty badly while chopping vegetables and I initially managed to be a useful person and help her clean/wrap her hand, made her text me once her cab got to the doctor's so that I knew she made it there ok and cleaned up the mess in the apartment. HOWEVER, now that all this is over my fear of blood is retroactively kicking in.

UGHHHHHHHBLERGUGHHHHH I HATE THE SIGHT OF BLOOD. NO MORE BLOOD PLEASE. DO NOT WANT DO NOT WANT DO NOT WANT :/

(I feel vaguely nauseous)