Panic Situation

Keira told me that it would be a good idea to saw off my own head. She told me that she, herself, did it all the time, and that it took about six months to fully grow back. She said 'You can just wear a big hat and big sunglasses. I do it all the time. You'll look weird, you won't look like a normal person...I mean, you'll have no head! But it's the thing to do. And it's what I do'. She was so persuasive, and made it sound like such a good idea, that I took a saw and sawed around my neck, so that at the slightest nudge, my head would have toppled right off. Then, suddenly, a thought occured to me: 'If I have no head for six months, then I'll have no eyes, and that would make me blind for a while, which I'm not used to, and really don't want to be! Also, without a head, I'll have no brain ! Shit!' This was a real panic situation. I had suddenly decided that it was definitely a BAD idea to have no head, but I'd already almost-completely sawed my head off. If I'd have moved without holding my head on, or slightly pushed, my head would've tumbled off. But I found a big pot of cream that would help. It was a thick, clay-like paste, and I frantically grabbed handfuls of it, and blunderingly rubbed them into my bloody, severed neck, in a desperate attempt to keep my head.