Many of us girls have a friend who we are entirely too comfortable with. For me, that friend would sit on the floor of the bathroom so we could talk while one of us bathed or showered. I can’t tell you how many people thought we were out of our minds.

One of these occasions definitely turned out differently than usual. We were sitting in my bathroom talking about all the stupid high school drama we were not going to miss when all of a sudden all hell broke loose. And by all hell broke loose I really mean I started screaming. Completely oblivious to what had just happened my friend looked up from her phone. I don’t know which one of us was paler. I’ll never forget the next words to come out of her mouth. I mean most people would be concerned if their friend was sitting in the bathtub holding razor and blood was just cascading down their leg, but the most priceless reaction has to be, “Are you broken?”

Now it’s important to know that I do not handle my own blood well. At all. I was already spiraling downhill in a fit of nervous giggles, but this was just the icing on the cake. I lost it. I busted out laughing until I looked down and saw the blood. My blood. I was instantly thrown back into a fit of “I’m going to bleed to death” while my best friend tried to figure out what to do with me.

Finally, in a moment of genius-these don’t happen often-I shoved my leg underwater. Problem solved. Well not really, that stung like crazy.

I decided bath time was over and got out excited to show my parents and my sister the battle wound I had acquired from this little escapade. I ran down the stairs and into the living room where everyone else sat watching a movie. Me running into our living room in a towel is no need for panic. In fact, it probably happens all too often. At this point, I think I was more excited to show them what had happened than I was worried about the fact that I might bleed to death.

I skidded to a halt in front of my mom and had barely opened my mouth to announce my injury when my dad ruined the whole event. I don’t think I’ll let him live down his response anytime soon because all he had to say about my blood covered leg was, “Don’t bleed on the carpet.”

Calmly he changed the channel and went back to his nightly activity.