Cutting my thumb....

This happened two weeks ago but forgot to upload it to my blog.
What an ordeal! So I woke up to a lovely Saturday morning, got on the train and went to another part of Sapporo. This was to find a school that had a Cooking workshop where the students would teach us how to cook a Japanese meal, practicing their English. I was excited and love to cook, so this was going to be a fun experience. Well, I get put into a group, and we start gathering our ingredients. I get to cut the dried squid up for a dish we are making. Into really small pieces and I was doing a really good job of it. They were impressed. I got to the end of the dried squid I was cutting, and this is where my pride came before the fall. I was doing a good job and was really confident in my cutting skills, when my stupid left thumb decided to get in the way at a very wrong moment. Yup, I cut my thumb. It was not a little cut and neither was it a really big cut that would determine that I needed to go to the hospital. But it definitely started to bleed a lot. I go to the supervisor and tell him that I got cut and that I don't react well to big cuts, as I have low iron and makes me weak when I get cut. So they sat me down and started to clean the cut. That's when things started getting hazy. It became really hard to breath, and I started seeing spots and the room was getting darker. I was trying really hard to not faint. I felt sick to my stomach and that it was really hard to breath was really freaking me out and so I kept saying "Kowaii" (scary) because I did not know whether the ladies helping me spoke English and I did not know what else to say. They said that I went sheet white. I was determined not to faint. I could have let myself faint but I found that to be scarier. I like to see the light at all times. So I looked out the window and breathed really hard to make myself stay awake. Thinking in my head that this is really frightening me, because I have never felt so awful or reacted so bad to cuts or anything. I did not know why I was reacting as bad as that. I have cut myself by a knife while cooking once before and I did feel weak, and get really pale, and had to get fresh air but the breathing and feeling like I really was going to faint had never happened, so I did not think that I would react as bad as I did. I am glad to have learned that I am a determined person when I get myself to be, because I managed to not faint. They grabbed a 2 liter Oolong Cha (tea) to give me some liquid and got me a piece of cake. After drinking a glass of the cold Oolong Cha I started getting more color to my face and I could stand up and walk a few steps to wash my hands. By the end of the recovery, I drank more then a liter of tea. That means many trips to the bathroom. It sure helped to drink that tea though. Even when I do not really like that tea. I think I might like it now. So I had to sit out for the rest of the cooking workshop and miss learning how to cook a certain kind of Japanese meal my group was making. I got to eat the food though and it was good! I am just glad I was okay even though for a moment it felt really bad.