Zombies and sliced thumbs

I learned two very important things about myself this weekend. And they both involve that queasy feeling in your stomach.

The first is that I cannot watch the t.v. show "The Walking Dead." I've seen zombie movies before and enjoyed them, so I thought I would like this show too. But I was wrong. What I failed to recognize is that the "zombie" movies I like are pseudo-spoofs. Shawn of the Dead and Zombieland are not your classic zombie horror films. They're like zombie-lite films. Not too scary, not too freaky, lots of laughs. Well, The Walking Dead is not zombie-lite. I was in fits of anguish the entire 45 mintues. In fact, I tried to watch an episode right before bed and had to turn it off, it was freaking me out too much. I didn't even make it five minutes in. You would think I'd have learned my lesson. Well, I tried again. This time, I watched it hours before going to bed. I even fast-forwarded through some tense spots. I hid my face behind Chase's back in other parts. And it was still too much. I think it's because my mind is in a fragile place anyway (grad school is not a friend to your brain). Sigh.... lesson learned, I cannot watch that show. Despite the fact that I really want to... one sleepless night was enough for me.

The second thing I learned is that I do not do well around gushing blood. Those big, swelling drops of blood make me want to pass out. It is amazing how fast I get lightheaded. This comes as a complete surprise to me. I thought I was strong. I thought I was tough. Turns out I am a complete wuss around flesh wounds.

See, what had happened was..... I was in the office, perusing facebook and saw a video that was pretty funny. I thought Chase would get a kick out of it. But he was in the kitchen making dinner. Let me also state that I was supposed to be doing school work and got distracted for a moment. So I call out "Chase!" And then I hear "(bad word) (bad word) (BAD WORD)." Turns out he was cutting cabbage and when I called his name, he slipped and chopped off the tip of his thumb. (aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.... I need some air.) So he's in the bathroom running water over the cut and the blood is flowing. I go and get the band-aids and neosporin. Suddenly there is not enough air in the bathroom. I go out to the porch, then I hear Chase calling me because he's about to pass out too and we're just a hot mess.

Finally, I get a band-aid over that crazy town and Chase is on the floor in a cold sweat and I am secretly hoping he will pass out so I can too. No such luck. Meanwhile, the dinner that was cooking on the stove is still cooking, and I rush in there to turn everything off before it burns the place down. Luckily, it was still edible and when our stomachs came back to us, it turned out to be a great dinner.

But just thinking about the slicing STILL gives me the he-be-je-bes. Oh, it just tears me up. Dangum zombies. Dangum knives. I am so ready for this weekend to be behind me.