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I cut my finger while chopping an onion last night (I'm so annoyed with myself, I guess I need to be more careful about my knife skills). I was fine when the blood welled up. I had my wits about me enough to tell Mr. Misfit to get me some gauze and tape. I was fine as I grabbed a paper towel to apply pressure and keep blood from dripping anywhere, then wrapped up the finger. I was fine as I finished cutting the onion. Then I was... not fine.

I got lightheaded, so I went to sit down. Then I got so hot, I started stripping, but couldn't even finish, Mr. Misfit took off my socks and pants. Then I had to go to the bathroom and the smell made me vomit in the bathtub. Then I had to lie down for 20 minutes. And I was fine.


I've never reacted like that before. There was some serious drama queening going on, complete with moaning. It wasn't even the worst cut I've had, I don't think it's that deep (it's a clean cut and I wasn't about to pull it apart when I could tell it would knit up cleanly, basically, fuck stitches). I changed my bandage this morning, just squirted on some iodine and I only needed a small bandaid, if I need one at all, TBH. What happened to me, guys? My BP's on the low side of normal, maybe it spiked? But why? Why did my body totally blow this up out of proportion? Weirdness.

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