Today I almost ripped my vein open. I was helping my dad carry the old plaid couch downstairs. I had one end, the end going forward, and he was walking backwards. We were going down the stairs, which is always dangerous. Then, it almost slipped. We were almost down the steps, and my strength was failing. I tried to grab it a different way. Then the couch went up, and rubbed against my arm. There was a little poky thing on the edge of the couch, and it sliced against my inside wrist as it went up. I heard it tear, and inwardly panicked. "Ahh! My vein! It's gonna start bleeding and never stop!" After we set the couch down, I looked at my wrist. It wasn't bleeding, although it felt like it was. And it hurt. A couple minutes later, I checked it again. And it was bleeding! "Megan, get me a bandaid!" I cried in a shakily confident voice. She didn't answer so I got one myself. It felt really weird like the tear was going to pop open and burst out bleeding. Ahh. I pressed on it to make it stop bleeding, and then I went about my business like any normal person would. I vacuumed and cleaned and packed and organized. Then I looked at it again! It had stopped bleeding. Hallelujah. And it only has a little mark now. Note: to all my faithful readers: Yes, I do realize that this is my fourth or fifth post today. This is partly because I know how much you like to read about my life. And mostly because I was really bored today, because this is summer vacation. Thank you for your time.
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