I'm taking baby aspirin. In these wee, tiny, little pills - scattered amongst my morning vitamins. They seem so innocent and nothing at all like blood thinners.
Recently, when I maybe, just perhaps, gouged compulsively into my inner thigh, digging for a covert ingrown hair (for the love of Eastern Block Estheticians, can we please stop with the extra hair?!?), there was some self-surgical fallout... resulting in lots and lots and lots of blood. So much so, that I started quoting Lady Macbeth. (Had I hit a freaking artery?!?)
I applied pressure with wadded up toilet paper for several minutes, but when that didn't work, I then sought out cotton balls... and band-aids. And maybe a tourniquet. Later, when I was taking the band-aid off, the teeny, tiny wound started to bleed again. All this from one freaking baby aspirin a day. Who would've thunk that such a small pill could be so powerful? I'm glad that it was only one teeny-tiny ingrown hair that left me wounded - I'd have bled out if there'd been two.
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