So You Stabbed Yourself... No Big Deal.

I feel like things happen in my house all the time; things that make people say "Only in your house". Last night, while waiting for Brandon to come over, my mom and I were talking in the kitchen. She was slicing cheese and ended up stabbing her hand. Blood starts squirting out all over the cheese, counter, and well everywhere. Calmly, she looks at me and says "I think I cut myself". She was in shock so I seemed to be the only one freaked out. I ran to the laundry room, grabbed a sock, and wrapped her hand up. I asked if she wanted to go to the hospital, again she answered calmly "No thanks, but you should go get Anil." Anil is the Indian doctor that lives across the street. I started to head for the door but she stopped me. She asked me to clean the blood off the counter and off the cheese bag. I thought it less than important but did as she asked, then she proceeded to ask if she looked ok. Her state of shock hindered the importance of the blood gushing out of her shaking hand. Again, I headed toward the door, I grabbed the only pair of shoes close by and slipped them on; the shoes were about three sizes too large, causing my run to transform into a shuffle. Brandon had just pulled up to the house and saw me shuffling, without stopping I explained to him that my mom cut herself and he was to go with me. Together, we arrived at the neighbors house, Padma looked extremely confused to see me in my pajamas accompanied by a stranger on her doorstep at ten. When she opened the door I explained what happened and requested Anil to come with us. Her response was, "I'll see if he wants to come."..... If he WANTS to come..... Nice. She closed the door on us and a minute later it was opened again , allowing me to explain it once again to Anil. He then closed the door and came back another minute or so later, it felt like we just stood there forever waiting for a response. Padma came through the door and started yelling at us to call 911. Their accents were so thick that the decoding of their words came a few seconds late making the conversation slightly funny in my mind. We walk away from their house with Anil while Padma continued to yell out the door to call 911. When we returned to my house my mom greeted Brandon as if nothing happened. I looked at her hand and noticed a blue bubble where pressure had been applied. the skin around her wound had swelled up substantially. The doctor wrapped her hand and told her she should go to the hospital to get some stitches, then he left. Brandon and I offered to take her to the hospital but she declined and asked me to wash the cheese bag... yum, bloody cheese. She took some pain killers and started laughing about shanking herself..... Only in my house do we stab ourselves and laugh.