I HAVE FOUND MY LIMIT!

I am not a queasy person. Stuff generally doesn't gross me out, unless I am pregnant and have that super nose thing where I can smell everything. I tried to get Tony to let me change the door knobs in the river house because they smelled like onions - he told me, "no, go wash your hands". Buzz kill - but I digress.

Love Trauma in the ER, watch most medical procedures performed on me - shots, blood draws, the crazy digging around in my arm to remove the expired birth control alien stick - it just doesn't phase me.

Until....


my child, very nonchalantly walked up and had a GIANT piece of wood embedded in his foot. He wasn't crying, just said look mom. Trying not to freak - so as not to freak out said child, "Dad, this one is yours" as I am now gripping the edge of our friend's pool and holding my breath. Tony whisked him away for some minor stump removal and I try to resume breathing. My friend Heather laughs, "I have never seen you freaked out before!" I replied, "I don't do embedments. Tony gets crap jammed up under his finger nails all the time and it's all I can do not to vomit on his hand. Am I breathing again?"

Tony did a superb job in removing the tree from that delicate little foot and Jackson hardly cried. He is such a good boy.

So, now you know my weakness. Want to freak me out? Jab something under your skin.