i didn't even faint. it's a sad truth, but the sight of blood doesn't just make me queasy, it makes me keel over. what's really strange is that i not only intially wanted to be a nurse when i was very young, i remembered being one. i also read all my mother's nursing textbooks - my favorite was the one on bed-side nursing - by the time i was seven.
so i know how to make hospital corners, how to give a bed bath, how to change a field dressing. i know how to make splints, how to carry someone with a neck injury, how to turn someone over if they can't move themselves. my favorite series was cherry ames...i liked her a lot better than nancy drew, even if i did wonder why she wanted to spend all her time going from job to job. didn't she ever just want to stay in one place, i'd think.
but then i started to faint. just the whiff of a doctor's office is enough to make me woozy. it's not like i've ever had any bad experiences with doctors... i've always been remarkably healthy. (maybe it's because i avoid doctors, mostly.)
and then i did some past life regression work, and i realized that in my most recent life, i was a nurse. and in this one, i have other kinds of healing work to do, and an aversion to blood completely serves to eliminate any possiblity that i might have gone into any kind of medical field.
what kinds of things do you suppose you might carry over from your past lives, gentle readers?