Not for the faint of heart
So, this is my day off. I was looking forward to sleeping in, washing some underwear, kicking around the house, and playing WoW when the servers came back up.
plonq came in to kiss me goodbye, and I then snuggled back into the covers to get back to some serious sleepage. It felt good. Sleeping is good.
Twenty minutes later (determined at a later point, because I'd fallen fast asleep again and had no idea what time it was when I woke up), Merry came tearing into the room like her ass was on fire, as she is wont to do. That's not really what woke me up, as we're kinda used to that. No... what woke me up was said cat careening onto the bed and directly into my face.
Specifically, into my nose, which exploded in pain.
I swore, instantly awake, and clapped a hand to my nose. It came away wet. Like, really wet. A nosebleed? I leapt out of bed, hand cupped under my nose, and dashed to the bathroom. When I turned on the light, I saw that my hand was completely filled with blood, and it was running over the side of my hand and dripping onto the floor. I dumped my hand into the sink and stood up.
I was covered in blood. I didn't have my glasses on, but I could make out my fuzzy white shape covered in brilliant crimson: my face, my chest, my neck, my left shoulder, my left arm, my hair...I looked into the sink, also colored red. My nose was still bleeding. What to do? I was still groggy. I pinched my nose and tipped my head back (which, apparently, was the wrong thing to do and might explain why I was overcome by nausea a few minutes later).
Merry jumped up onto the sink, getting blood all over her paws, and starting licking up the blood.
Ughhgh.
I needed my glasses. I let go of my nose - it seemed ok now - and returned to the bedroom. The sheets - our new, wonderful, recently washed sheets - were covered in blood. There was a huge puddle of it on my pillow, on the base sheet next to my pillow, and it had soaked through to the mattress pad. There was another puddle on the books next to my bed, on the nightstand, on the floor. There was a trail of red drops running from the bed, into the hallway and then into the bathroom. The sink was full of blood. It was on the sink handle, it was dripping down the side of the sink, there was a puddle on the floor, on the scale, on the bathmat, in the tub (how the hell did it get into the bathtub?) and on the lightswitch outside the bathroom.
I felt sick suddenly. I don't think it was from seeing all the blood, since blood really doesn't bother me. I think it was from tipping my head back... I know I'd swallowed some blood, and I probably swallowed more than I thought. I spent some quality time with the toilet until I felt better and set about cleaning up the disaster.
My biggest concern is for the sheets. I'll wash, the rug is already stained from cat puke, and my books will wash. What really pisses me off is a) I just washed those sheets, and b) I wanted to sleep in. Now, even if I do decide to go back to bed, there won't be any sheets on it. :(
My pillow and the base sheet are in the washing machine on cold; I'll go check to see if they're getting clean. I was able to mostly blot the blood off the mattress pad... I'm reluctant to wash it again because it takes for-EV-ar to dry. I think it'll be ok. I'll collect up the bloody towels and washclothes and wash them separately after I'm done with the sheets, then I'll start on the laundry I was planning on doing today.
I've removed the cotton from my nose. It's tender, but I'm hesitant to poke at it too much because I don't want to set it off again. I don't think it's broken.
At least the bathroom doesn't look like someone was murdered in there anymore.
Oh, and Mery's still alive. I didn't kill her, no matter how much I wanted to. I just hope she doesn't have a taste for blood now. :P
plonq came in to kiss me goodbye, and I then snuggled back into the covers to get back to some serious sleepage. It felt good. Sleeping is good.
Twenty minutes later (determined at a later point, because I'd fallen fast asleep again and had no idea what time it was when I woke up), Merry came tearing into the room like her ass was on fire, as she is wont to do. That's not really what woke me up, as we're kinda used to that. No... what woke me up was said cat careening onto the bed and directly into my face.
Specifically, into my nose, which exploded in pain.
I swore, instantly awake, and clapped a hand to my nose. It came away wet. Like, really wet. A nosebleed? I leapt out of bed, hand cupped under my nose, and dashed to the bathroom. When I turned on the light, I saw that my hand was completely filled with blood, and it was running over the side of my hand and dripping onto the floor. I dumped my hand into the sink and stood up.
I was covered in blood. I didn't have my glasses on, but I could make out my fuzzy white shape covered in brilliant crimson: my face, my chest, my neck, my left shoulder, my left arm, my hair...I looked into the sink, also colored red. My nose was still bleeding. What to do? I was still groggy. I pinched my nose and tipped my head back (which, apparently, was the wrong thing to do and might explain why I was overcome by nausea a few minutes later).
Merry jumped up onto the sink, getting blood all over her paws, and starting licking up the blood.
Ughhgh.
I needed my glasses. I let go of my nose - it seemed ok now - and returned to the bedroom. The sheets - our new, wonderful, recently washed sheets - were covered in blood. There was a huge puddle of it on my pillow, on the base sheet next to my pillow, and it had soaked through to the mattress pad. There was another puddle on the books next to my bed, on the nightstand, on the floor. There was a trail of red drops running from the bed, into the hallway and then into the bathroom. The sink was full of blood. It was on the sink handle, it was dripping down the side of the sink, there was a puddle on the floor, on the scale, on the bathmat, in the tub (how the hell did it get into the bathtub?) and on the lightswitch outside the bathroom.
I felt sick suddenly. I don't think it was from seeing all the blood, since blood really doesn't bother me. I think it was from tipping my head back... I know I'd swallowed some blood, and I probably swallowed more than I thought. I spent some quality time with the toilet until I felt better and set about cleaning up the disaster.
My biggest concern is for the sheets. I'll wash, the rug is already stained from cat puke, and my books will wash. What really pisses me off is a) I just washed those sheets, and b) I wanted to sleep in. Now, even if I do decide to go back to bed, there won't be any sheets on it. :(
My pillow and the base sheet are in the washing machine on cold; I'll go check to see if they're getting clean. I was able to mostly blot the blood off the mattress pad... I'm reluctant to wash it again because it takes for-EV-ar to dry. I think it'll be ok. I'll collect up the bloody towels and washclothes and wash them separately after I'm done with the sheets, then I'll start on the laundry I was planning on doing today.
I've removed the cotton from my nose. It's tender, but I'm hesitant to poke at it too much because I don't want to set it off again. I don't think it's broken.
At least the bathroom doesn't look like someone was murdered in there anymore.
Oh, and Mery's still alive. I didn't kill her, no matter how much I wanted to. I just hope she doesn't have a taste for blood now. :P