Cute barista was talking to me about Star Trek and when my hot coffee spilled out over my hands due to a malformed lid, I didn’t want to interrupt the conversation and ignored it. I just stood there talking with my skin burning until she asked, “….Don’t you want to put your hands under cold water?”
Yes… yes I do.
This is like the time when this guy was watching Avatar: The Last Airbender in the student lounge at 3 AM. He invited me to watch it with him, but as I walked over I ripped a massive gash in my leg on the side of the table and just… turned so he couldn’t see the blood while I stood and watched the end of the episode with him, because I didn’t want to walk out of the good conversation we were having.
You… have very little drive for survival.
I mean… I’d argue with you, but one time I passed out and had convulsions from an intramuscular injection. I didn’t know what was happening, but I felt Very Very Bad and crawled out of my room to look for my housemate. The only person home was my friend Kate, but she was taking a bubble bath and I didn’t want to interrupt her relaxation time. I lay down on the carpet outside the bathroom and said, “When you’re done in there, I may need your help with a medical issue.” She was of course very alarmed and started to rush out to help me, but I tried to convince her to take her time and finish her bath first.
I definitely thought I was dying but, to my addled brain, it seemed really rude to inconvenience her with a medical emergency. (I was fine.)
what did happen?? Did you inject straight into a blood vessel?
