in which my body continues to annoy me
I'm not terribly squeamish about blood, but after having a nosebleed for the third day in a row, even I am grossed out. Today is the first day since I was like, seven that I had a nosebleed violent enough that it threatened to spill onto my clothing. Ew.
And of course, my first thought was "Oh my God, I've been abducted by aliens and now I have terminal nose-brainstem cancer!" And then I calmed down and added "Or the air in my room is too dry. One or the other."
Oh, hey, it's started up again. Hooray, except for the part where it's not hooray at all.
And of course, my first thought was "Oh my God, I've been abducted by aliens and now I have terminal nose-brainstem cancer!" And then I calmed down and added "Or the air in my room is too dry. One or the other."
Oh, hey, it's started up again. Hooray, except for the part where it's not hooray at all.