That Was Freaky...

I was taking a shower, and while I was shaving my legs, I forgot that I had this surface scab (you know, those that aren't really scabs since the blood doesn't pool on the surface, it comes out in little dots? I don't know how to describe it...) on my ankle, so I sort of ran the razor over it and ripped off half the scab then proceeded to rip some more skin off. I have this shallow furrow in my ankle now. It wasn't big or anything; it stung a bit, but mainly I was just like, "Wow, really? I'm retarded. I can't believe I forgot that was there..."

So I kept shaving and ladeeda, and after a few more seconds, the wound or whatever you want to call it started dripping blood. I'm not kidding, it literally started oozing blood from the ankle down. At that point, I sort of looked at it and went, "Crap." (Hey, it was a lot of blood!) But I figured it would stop, so I rinsed it off and kept taking my shower, except the damn thing wouldn't stop bleeding. Like I'd get rid of all the blood and the next time I looked down, there was a nice new bloody river flowing down my ankle. I remember looking down once and seeing my whole ankle red, and the water around my ankle a reddish-pink. And for a girl with really bad eyesight, that's sort of... impressive?

But it was rather freaky, so after I finished showering, I walked downstairs (with a pad of toilet paper stuck to the bottom of my foot, so the blood wouldn't drip all over the floor), and by the time I got to the kitchen (which is where our Band-Aids and crap is), I had another river of blood down the side of my foot.

Anyways, that was my legit "Oh Sh*t" moment of the day.