Some people will do anything to get out of doing dishes. This afternoon Momo sliced his finger on a broken piece of glass and spurted blood all over the kitchen. I mean all over. It looked like Charles Manson had done the dishes. There was blood on the walls, the floor, the appliances, the curtains... you get the idea. So I said goodbye as the Ninja Who Lives Here patched him together.
I went straight to a doctor's appointment. With the pools of blood still in mind, they took my blood pressure and heart rate. They were impressed. They invited me back for an EKG.
Later, while I was getting my prescriptions filled, I took my blood pressure again. It was far closer to normal. I guess the sight of blood everywhere bothers me more than I could've known.
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