This is why I married a Med/Surg nurse.
At any given time, piddling around in the shop, I might realize, or someone will point out, that I am bleeding. A paper towel and a piece of painter's tape and I have a handy-dandy band aid.
My gal doesn't fait at the sight of blood. For her, it is rather humdrum because she's seen it millions of times. It's her life calling to stop the bleeding, clear the airway and check pulse.
Y'all have a great weekend.
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