I didn’t expect to faint at the sight of my son’s blood. As a mother, my job
is to nurse boo-boos -- and when when my son came to me after smashing his
thumb a few months ago, I prepared to do my best Florence Nightingale. Then I
saw the blood.
The room began to spin. I broke out in a cold sweat. I felt all the color
drain from my face. After yelling upstairs to my husband to take over, I slid
to the kitchen floor.
Psychologists don’t know exactly why up to 15% of us experience the plunge