Oh…you’re bleeding
I’ve heard that comment twice in the past week.Â
Friday I heard it from Wendy as I popped my head out of the pool. “What did you do to your face? It’s bleeding!”. Yeah, well, I was swimming see, and working on my pull. My head got in the way. First I managed to clock myself in the nose, then three strokes later I scratched my chin. I now have a scab on my chin because apparently pool water and pressure with a towel does not lead to a clotting. 20 minutes later I had a lovely black glob on my chin.
Today as I was finishing my weekly treatment as a human pin cushion, my little dr chick squealed and said “Oh, that’s great you’re bleeding”. Now, I’m no specialist, but I’m thinking needles + poking into limbs = good chance of blood escaping. Apparently though “your leg bled so quickly, so it’s letting the toxins out, and cleaning itself”. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that just the other day I nicked myself 5 times on both legs. So either I am toxin free, or sharp objects that puncture skin cause me to bleed.