My husband lacerated his finger on a piece of sheet metal this weekend. I walked outside and realized he was bleeding quite profusely from his finger. When I seen him, he immediately yelled at me to get back in the house. I could not figure out why he told me to do this. I went in and got some paper towels for his finger and then it hit me that he was probably feeling nauseated and didn't want me to see him *v*. I asked him later if that was why and he told me it was. I ended up having to take him to the ER. He had actually lacerated an artery and had to have 5 stitches. I felt so sorry for him--here he is bleeding everywhere and concerned about me and my emet! I think he's finally learning that it is a true phobia and I'm not just crazy!
Jess