I was trying to open a vacuum sealed package of cheese yesterday with a too large for the job serrated knife. The knife slipped and bit at the flesh of my index finger.
Was a time when I would have pressed on the finger, marvelled at the wonders of blood flow, the human machine and pondered my mortality. While thinking of all those NOVA programs I never watched, I would have clotted and moved on with my life.
As soon as the blade touched my finger yesterday, my whole body tensed in reaction and I felt nauseous. The feeling stayed with me like a bad all over body stone every time I thought of it for the next few hours.
I used to have a stomach of iron. Now? I think the technical term is wuss. After years of loving roller coasters, am I destined to throw up on the Tilt-A-Whirl?