Blood

(This post will have no picture...I went to google search "blood" and almost fainted).

Those of you who know me pretty well are aware of my unwavering fear of blood. And necks. And wrists for that matter. All are vital for your health and well-being, and should therefore be left alone.

When working for Lands' End over the summer, I was pushing a giant cart with about 1,000 wooden hangers. I was just bouncing away, and then I totally ran the over-filled rack into a lip in the carpet. To watch a thousand hangers fly in every direction was quite a sight, but probably not as interesting as watching me swan-dive over it and hear all of those hangers explode as their wooden frames hit together.

The entire three floors of the store seemed to watch as I got up. My co-workers came over, laughing, and helped to start picking up the hangers. One of them pointed out that my finger was bleeding...a small cut by my fingernail. Horrified I looked at my finger, as they told me where I could go to get a band-aid if I wanted one.

I tried to play it cool, walking over to the first aid room while staring at my hand. Two nice ladies were there to help me, and I kept on looking at my little cut thinking, "man, that blood should really be inside of my hand."

The next thing I knew I was waking up from having fainted. The two women were confused and alarmed, yelling to call an ambulance. Waking up, I told them not to worry about it...that I fainted every time I saw blood. I stayed in the office for a couple of minutes and then went back to work.

The cut probably didn't even need a band-aid.

Blood is best inside the body. I don't know what all the hype is about the BODIES exhibit, telling accident stories, or wearing red for that matter. Let's just let it be.