Bleeding

[mmins]

I'm usually annoyed by a small amount of blood because I would either have to clean it up, or try and stop the bleeding. But this one time I had a massive nosebleed that wouldn't stop for like 20 mins. That was scary for me considering Ive never had a nosebleed before.

 

[keideki]

I fine with just about any amount of blood, what really bothers me is the spurting. I could deal with a pool of blood, but when it starts to actively gush out of a wound then I get squeamish.

 

[Russirishican]

If its not very painful I find blood really fascinating, I kind of just stare at it. Its so red and warm...

 

[Xeraxis]

Any association with blood does not affect me at all. I've had multiple wounds and moderate cuts on my body before, but the sight of blood doesn't make me cringe or pass out.

I never understood certain people's fear of seeing blood. I mean, it's inside of all of us. What difference does it make?

 

[smurf_you]

After having a nose bleed that took two hours and an entire box of kleenex AND some paper towel to stop, I don't look at blood loss with too much worry, but I never really did either, I used to get nose bleeds all the time ("whoop one degree pressure change *nose bleed*" etc etc) soooo I guess I never reacted much more than "oh... I'm bleeding"

 

[smurf_you]

After having a nose bleed that took two hours and an entire box of kleenex AND some paper towel to stop, I don't look at blood loss with too much worry, but I never really did either, I used to get nose bleeds all the time ("whoop one degree pressure change *nose bleed*" etc etc) soooo I guess I never reacted much more than "oh... I'm bleeding"

 

[Brutal Peanut]

I get annoyed because I know that blood seems to get EVERYWHERE, even when you are trying to be careful. It probably hurts, yes, but I need to stop the bleeding. Luckily , I've never sustained a major injury that caused a large amount of blood loss.

My Husband, however, gets fairly light-headed. Even when he's getting his blood drawn for testing for his hypoglycemia. He nearly fainted once. He doesn't even know why it happens. He killed his own cows and deer back home. Killing them, gutting them and the like. But when he sees his own blood, he just gets all weird.

 

[The Random One]

Blood is awesome! It tastes like doorknobs!

...Well, I just realized I am Ralph Wiggum. Thank you very much.

 

[Blaster395]

I hate bleeding a lot. Even a small bit makes me feel slightly paniced. However, I don't care so much when I get nose bleeds.

 

[kommando367]

Usually something among the lines of "Dammit, wheres the band-aids?"

 

[jusplainrob]

i used to be fine with my own blood but then having nearly lost it all (not by my own fault i got attacked by a rather large dog) it makes me feel rather ill, but might i also add coming from england and having the worst A&E department in the country i had to wait for an hour with my arm in a bucked until a doctor was free to stitch me back together again

 

[EvilPicnic]

It doesn't really faze me. I worked in a hospital (as a physio) and so saw a fair amount of blood and other really nasty stuff.

I scrubbed up more than a few times and knee replacements are great to watch - it's really more like carpentry than anything else, they use a guide and just start sawing.

 

[KelsieKatt]

I'm incredibly casual and laid back when it comes to blood, it doesn't even phase me.

Most blood I've seen in real life was when I was younger and fell onto a nail that was sticking straight up, which stabbed right through my hand. It was running all over the place, and I just casually walked over as blood was out of my hand onto the ground and all over my arm, wrapped it up thoroughly with a towel and told my parents so we went to the doctor within the next day or so and I had to get a tetanus shot.

I also have a habit of staring straight at the tube when the doctor's take blood from me. Again, doesn't phase me.

The only thing related to the subject that bothers me is sharp knives which I feel uncomfortable being near, especially scalpels. I prefer to keep my organs inside my body.

 

[emeraldrafael]

In small quantity, nothing except to wipe it away and hide it so people dont freak out.

When its in larger quantity I like to think of it as a badge of honor for doing something good.

...

Then of course, there's the family motto. No blood no tears.

which then gets followed up by the next motto: crying's not going to do a damn thing about it.

 

[automatron]

I have different reactions depending on mood/location.
I usually have a mild interest in blood, almost a morbid curiosity
If i'm in bed or something like that, I hate blood because it might get over everything.

 

[Gasaraki]

Being an avid fan of body horror, I think it's safe to say that blood doesn't affect me.

 

[Nuuu]

I can stare straight at the container when getting blood collected, but for some reason, i just hate bleeding from cuts... it might have to do with the fact that i got hurt for no good reason, or just the way it bleeds out...

 

[DaJoW]

I fell headfirst onto a cement floor when I was 4, and what made me cry over it was blood dripping my parents carpet. I suspect I was in shock/passed out for a while, because I can't remember any pain, or understanding what had happened - just my parents carrying me, with blood dripping from my forehead onto the floor. Always found it weird in hindsight.

Nowadays, I mostly get annoyed, though I do usually just get nosebleeds or cut myself slightly while cooking (especially while chopping onions). I'm not a fan of it, but I don't freak out.

 

[6SteW6]

A cat scratch from the other day has opened up and is bleeding a fair bit for no apparent reason on my right arm. Annoying but it did remind me that I used to be afraid of blood and inspired a thread.

So what is/was your typical reaction to seeing your own blood both in small and large quantities?

If I see a little blood, I'm annoyed at the most nowadays. Back when I was a kid though I used this as an excuse to beg my mother for candy. I've only seen a large quantity of my blood once and that was when I had a wooden spike go through my left foot. That was pretty terrifying and I feel a little light headed just remembering it.[footnote]The pain got much worse after it was pulled out without freezing the foot.[/footnote]

Your turn Escapist!

Indifference. I am so clumsy I just stopped caring. Example: A few months back me and my wife had been spring cleaning and my wife left a bag of trash by the kitchen door to take out in the morning. We had her nephews staying with us that night and in the morning we were going to go to a couple of yard sales before we took them home.

I woke up first and went to go turn on the coffee pot. I forgot the bag of trash was there and it must have had some glass inside because I bumped the bag with my foot and blood suddenly came pumping out of my leg.

My wife woke up ten minutes later and instantly started freaking out because I had put a towel over my foot and proceeded to make the children cereal while standing in a puddle that was quickly becoming a pool of my own blood. When she took the towel off I had a six inch wide gash going from my pinky toe all the way up to my ankle.

She argued with me while I served the kids their cereal that I had to go to the hospital. I kept telling her it wasn't that bad and that I would be alright. It's not that I was naive or in shock or trying to be a 'Tough guy'. I have just hurt myself so many times I think my brain has stopped telling the difference between a small wound and a huge one. It just goes 'Oh good, this retard has hurt himself again. Turn off all pain receptors I REPEAT TURN OFF PAIN RECEPTORS DON'T WASTE THE ENERGY!' It really didn't look all that bad to me.

Anyway she finally convinced me to go, so I threw the trash, took the kids home and went to the hospital where I received twenty one stitches to close the wound. I have a nasty gash on my ankle that is constantly numb because of nerve damage. They told me I was an idiot and I readily agreed with them.

The only thing that made me feel bad about the whole ordeal was that I had thrown the glass in the trashbag without any thoughts of safety or proper disposal. I thought I had grabbed that bag earlier in the day but I guess I didn't. I thought about the kids sleeping over and how shitty I would have felt had one of them gotten hurt. Maybe that's why I made there lucky charms, I fed them sugar to mask my guilt.

 

[WhyBotherToTry]

I have no problem with it. I got injured the whole time as a child and in the past year I@ve seen enough operations to be more or less desensitised to it.