Nose bleeds and Da's...
Today's...Tuesday, right? Right...
So, Sunday, my Bro's fam fam goes home after spending the weekend up here to help celebrate the Jenny's Birthday. We eat, we smooze, we get attacked by 30 pounds of hyper nephew. It's all good.
As usual, I just sort of implode after all the smoozing and need to just chill majorly. Way to many people interactions after a weekend of the brother. So, I chill.
But, about 2 hours or so after they left I start to get this nasty achy feeling right between my eyes. Of course I know what that means.
Nosebleed.
So, as I always think, "Maybe if I don't move to much, it'll just go away."
It never does, but I always do hope.
So, of course, in my 'go away you freaking nosebleed, you aren't going to suck me in this time' mode, which everyone seems to think is just a bad mood most of the time. Which in turn would make me laugh if I wasn't already seriously trying to make my nosebleed just poof or something.
Around one, I began to feel safe. Surely, if it hadn't started by then, it wasn't going to, right?
Wrong.
Pop. There is went. It's a rather good thing I didn't go to sleep right at one when I had planned to, or I would have woke up covered in my own blood for the umpteenth time again. ;)) Which, le tme tell you, is no fun.
So, I of course saty up until like 6-ishy waiting patiently for it to completely stop. Which it did, but of course, after around 5 hours of it not stopping, I was a bit more than completely wiped.
My Da, being the bright intelligent person that he is sometimes, said something along the lines of, "Well, since she won't do the may myriads of painful things I swear by to make my nose not bleed, but it still does bleed anyways when I do them, she derserves what she gets, maybe next time she'll learn and do as I say" after Meme told him what happened that night/morning. Blah blah, he says something about GrandDaddy and him saying that about somebody else and how it was wrong and whatever of him to say that.
They thought I was asleep. He never intended for me to hear that.
Grrr.
Since I had just spent a almost totally sleepless night having blood gushing out of my nose, in my throat, down into my belly and almost everywhere else it could go, I didn't appreciate the fact that my Dad had just said that I deserved it. Quite frankly, I was scared and had planned to talk to them about it when I had enough energy to get up off the couch.
Believe me, when you wake up tasting nothing but blood, breathing nothing but blood and have a pool of your own blood literally SLOSHING around in your belly when you wake up, you'd be scared too.
So, a definate not appreciating-ness there about deserving it.
In retrospect, I shouldn't have even gotten off the couch, let alone drove away in the car. Thankfully, for once, I had a thought about how dangerous that really was and pretty much drove straight over to the Jack's house, where I proceeded to use his lap as my human pillow and slept for most of the day.
I missed all of my classes that day, I also missed today's morning class. It seems I was still coughing up blood and felt pretty rotten still.
Most of the time it doesn't bother me. I mean, Things like this happen alot to me actually, certainly more than I care to admit. But, no one ever comments on it, makes a big deal out of it or anything, so I never really think it's strange or anything. I'm judging from the shocked reactions I get when I say something like this, that alot of people don't have problems with it and it's even more than a bit abnormal and all....
Well, my whole point was...I forget, but you know what? It's always vaguely disturbing when you brush your teeth and the toothpastes turns red in your mouth. I always have this vague notion when that happanes that they should market blood flavored toothpaste too, since goth people like to think they are vampire wanna-be's or something. (Or what ever group thinks that, as I am not sure right now, I'm still kinda operating on majoy blood loss ness ctually.)
Since it it late, I bid you farewell. Good night all.
So, Sunday, my Bro's fam fam goes home after spending the weekend up here to help celebrate the Jenny's Birthday. We eat, we smooze, we get attacked by 30 pounds of hyper nephew. It's all good.
As usual, I just sort of implode after all the smoozing and need to just chill majorly. Way to many people interactions after a weekend of the brother. So, I chill.
But, about 2 hours or so after they left I start to get this nasty achy feeling right between my eyes. Of course I know what that means.
Nosebleed.
So, as I always think, "Maybe if I don't move to much, it'll just go away."
It never does, but I always do hope.
So, of course, in my 'go away you freaking nosebleed, you aren't going to suck me in this time' mode, which everyone seems to think is just a bad mood most of the time. Which in turn would make me laugh if I wasn't already seriously trying to make my nosebleed just poof or something.
Around one, I began to feel safe. Surely, if it hadn't started by then, it wasn't going to, right?
Wrong.
Pop. There is went. It's a rather good thing I didn't go to sleep right at one when I had planned to, or I would have woke up covered in my own blood for the umpteenth time again. ;)) Which, le tme tell you, is no fun.
So, I of course saty up until like 6-ishy waiting patiently for it to completely stop. Which it did, but of course, after around 5 hours of it not stopping, I was a bit more than completely wiped.
My Da, being the bright intelligent person that he is sometimes, said something along the lines of, "Well, since she won't do the may myriads of painful things I swear by to make my nose not bleed, but it still does bleed anyways when I do them, she derserves what she gets, maybe next time she'll learn and do as I say" after Meme told him what happened that night/morning. Blah blah, he says something about GrandDaddy and him saying that about somebody else and how it was wrong and whatever of him to say that.
They thought I was asleep. He never intended for me to hear that.
Grrr.
Since I had just spent a almost totally sleepless night having blood gushing out of my nose, in my throat, down into my belly and almost everywhere else it could go, I didn't appreciate the fact that my Dad had just said that I deserved it. Quite frankly, I was scared and had planned to talk to them about it when I had enough energy to get up off the couch.
Believe me, when you wake up tasting nothing but blood, breathing nothing but blood and have a pool of your own blood literally SLOSHING around in your belly when you wake up, you'd be scared too.
So, a definate not appreciating-ness there about deserving it.
In retrospect, I shouldn't have even gotten off the couch, let alone drove away in the car. Thankfully, for once, I had a thought about how dangerous that really was and pretty much drove straight over to the Jack's house, where I proceeded to use his lap as my human pillow and slept for most of the day.
I missed all of my classes that day, I also missed today's morning class. It seems I was still coughing up blood and felt pretty rotten still.
Most of the time it doesn't bother me. I mean, Things like this happen alot to me actually, certainly more than I care to admit. But, no one ever comments on it, makes a big deal out of it or anything, so I never really think it's strange or anything. I'm judging from the shocked reactions I get when I say something like this, that alot of people don't have problems with it and it's even more than a bit abnormal and all....
Well, my whole point was...I forget, but you know what? It's always vaguely disturbing when you brush your teeth and the toothpastes turns red in your mouth. I always have this vague notion when that happanes that they should market blood flavored toothpaste too, since goth people like to think they are vampire wanna-be's or something. (Or what ever group thinks that, as I am not sure right now, I'm still kinda operating on majoy blood loss ness ctually.)
Since it it late, I bid you farewell. Good night all.