Sunday, 9th of June, 2013
about 1,5 hours before the Roland Garros title
How it came about:
Nervous as hell (yes, I do get quite nervous before grand slam finals), I figure that I need something to do with my hands to ease my nerves. So, I decide to give myself a pedicure.
I'm using brand new tools and thus, very sharp.
Very sharp tools + shaky hands = blood bath.
I didn t cut myself badly at all, it's only minor cuts and I'm normally good at this (I received a compliment from my foot doctor two months ago for taking care of my feet in a professional way), but due to my hands not being steady as they should be, I scraped some skin of my feet. OMG, feet can bleed for such a small, small cut.
So, I'm now bleeding from both feet, 3 cuts in total. (not enough
for this). The problem is that my first aid kid is upstairs while I am downstairs.
So, I wrap my feet in kitchen paper and I stumble upstairs to take care of the cuts.
my living room, hall way, stairs, bedroom, bathroom have a trace of blood going through it.
I fetch a bucket to do some cleaning and, not content with the mess I already caused, I accidently tip the bucket over so that the carpet in the hall is soaked.
I'm clumsy at the best of times, what on earth was I thinking by applying a sharp tool to my feet when I'm nervous.