Blood

I looked down at my finger today and it was quite bloody. I was picking up pieces to a little glass mouse that had fallen off my book shelf, and one of the pieces snipped my finger. I hadn't noticed that it was cut until I looked down and saw blood globbing out of it. I wish I'd gotten a picture, but my camera wasn't working. Anywho, I didn't notice that it was there, until I saw the blood... and that's when it started throbbing. Typically, blood doesn't freak me out. I'm at the hospital all the time and see crazy stuff, but this was different, this was me! I ran to the kitchen and cleansed my finger. Turned out that the scratch was smaller than a paper cut. Funny how I didn't notice the pain or the itty bitty cut 'til I saw it, I think we do that often. We don't notice something is wrong until it's right in front of us, then it just hurts. It'd been better if I caught it earlier, so I didn't get blood all over my dungarees. It'd probably be better if I cought other things earlier, like little sins I let myself get away with. I think nexty time I'm picking up glass, I will wear gardening gloves.