Our bodies are really well crafted...

Last night/this morning/whatever at 5 am I sliced open my middle finger with a utility blade. Deep cut too, the flesh on the right side of the top joint is just holding on. Anyway, so when it happened there was immediately a lot of blood. But, and here's the cool part and why this whole fiasco is worth blogging about, there wasn't any pain (at first). All the pain and the nausea from the blood (I know not everyone gets that, but I do) was delayed so that I could take care of the situation first. I wonder if that's just the adrenaline sort of covering it up so that I can just act instead. So it happened, I pudder around the apartment going "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." looking for gauze and bandages n' whatnot. And once I have it cleaned out and covered, only then did I actually go "FUCK! OW!" Now that's wonderful engineering.