pile of tissues, filled with life
There's something about this unexpected weather that's kinda disturbing...my mom all of a sudden has the allergies again, and I got my first nose bleed for many, many years. Worst of all, it happened out of no where in the morning, and all those awful memories of my nose bleeding when I was younger flooded into my head. That same familiar, bitter taste of bleed seeping down my throat, including those slimy chunks/clots, in which at that point, I have to spit it out, and though I know it's from my poor right nostril, it feels as if I'm dying or something, coughing blood out of my lungs or other more vital, internal organs. Yeesh, it's not bleeding anymore, and I still remember all those ways of how to stop the blood, whether it's pressing against the vein SLIGHTLY, or putting ice on your teeth, or other methods that my dad told me he did when he was younger in Greece. Yea...those kind of memories, too tend to rush back, all out of a simple nose bleed-I'm becoming more aware of these things-conscious/unconscious-where all your memories are not forgotten, but really stored in-due to reading an extensive amount of pure Freud writing.
My nose still has blood in it for the past few days, but not so much that it's dripping like a leaky faucet...yes, the update on my nose, I'll post again when I get a pimple in it.
My nose still has blood in it for the past few days, but not so much that it's dripping like a leaky faucet...yes, the update on my nose, I'll post again when I get a pimple in it.