Small pill… SO much blood…

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.