Diary of a Wimpy Nurse

So we had the missionaries over for dinner and it was a rainy day so I figured I would make some nice warm beef stew in the crockpot. So I'm chopping carrots, celery potatoes and beef to throw in the pot and while chopping the onions I ended up dicing the tip of my thumb as well. My thumb starts to bleed profusely so I quickly run my thumb under some cold running water and grab a hand towel to try and stop the bleeding. Now, I am a nurse and in my career as a nurse I have seen some pretty nasty things. For example: in Ecuador an arm nearly coming off on a man who was robbed with a machete, a back wound with the spinal cord nearly exposed from the guy's neck to his butt, pressure ulcers that tunnel and go down to the bone, etc, etc. So I can hold my own when it comes to blood but apparently not my own. Thus after dicing my thumb I start to get a little woozy. Then it quickly progresses from being woozy to nauseas and I know I am going into shock. So what do I do? I call my mommy. After calling her I sit on a chair with my head between my knees. I soon realize that it's not working and that I am seconds away from passing out so I lie down on the floor. My whole body goes cold and that queezy feeling in my stomach won't go away and the world starts to go white. So with what little strength I have left in my legs I pull a chair over and lie on the floor with my legs above my head on the chair and wait for my mother. When she knocks I feebly call out for her to use her keys because I can't stand up. She does and opens up the door and finds me with a bloody dish towel and me lying on the floor with my feet on the chair still in my pajamas and robe. My mother is as calm as can be and when I tell her about my going into shock she just says, "yeah, your father does that too!" So we bandage my wound and all I can think is that I am such a wimpy nurse!