It's a good thing I'm not a nurse.

Today started in the most ridiculous way and I just had to tell you about it.

So last night I was up late knitting in bed and watching Will aand Grace. I know. I'm a nerd. So at three-ish I decided to pack it up and go to bed, I put my knittting on the floor and turned out the light. At six thirty I awoke to a stabbing pain in my thigh. Apparently I had forgotten one of the uber sharp tiny tiny needles in my bed and it was now jammed into my upper thigh. I pulled it out and layed there in the dark unaware of how deeply I was skewered, that is until I started to feel liquid on my thigh. I hobbled to the bathroom, and took off my pants to find a flood of blood dripping down my leg. It was at this point that I knew I had to sit down.

See, I have this lovely habit of passing out at the sight of blood. Movie and tv blood doesn't bother me, but watching that dark red oozing down my leg, I knew I better put myself on the floor before gravity did it for me. I woke up a bit later, cleaned myself up as best I could and managed to make it back to my room before passing out again.

This morning I woke up to what looks like a murder scene. There is blood everywhere. My Mum says that she thinks they might have to take my needles away from me and I think she is upset that I didn't wake her up when it happened. But seriously, I prefer to pass out alone thank you. :)

How could this day get any weirder?