If there’s one thing that can send you into a panic, it’s seeing your blood all over your hands.
It dripped, crimson, into my palms and splattered my wrists, shirt, and the floor. A pattern emerged that appeared to be some sort of combination of Rorschach and Pollack. Instead of ink, it was my blood, and instead of paint, it was my blood. I thought I saw the constellations in the pattern. A sanguine Orion. An imbrued Virgo.
The tile was cold and hard, and yet I was sinking into it like it was no more than sand. I turned my head to verify that I was still on solid ground and saw the blood soaking into my shirt.
“That is not going to come out,” I thought to myself as the blood continued to flow. Then I laughed as I realized I had bigger problems to worry about than my shirt. As if to reinforce my worry, the blood coming out of the hole in my head started to drain more quickly, and if possible, thicker than before. It was now oozing.
Blood was everywhere. It even got onto my lips and into my mouth. I’m not sure if it was the loss of blood, but I wondered if I would be okay if I could just get some blood back into my body. I could taste the blood on my tongue and it was creating a copper film inside my mouth. It was like the remnants of some metallic syrup, slick and insoluble against the saliva that I could tell was slowly staining itself red.
Time continued to pass. I wasn’t sure how much blood I had lost, or how much I had left to lose, but I was overjoyed when one of my coworkers found me and sprung quickly into action.
“Nosebleed?”
“Yeah.”
“I had one yesterday.”
“Yeah. Sucks.”
“Here’s more toilet paper, if you need it.”
“Thanks.”
i hate that feeling when you have a bad nosebleed, where, you suddenly think..IS THIS GOING TO FUCKING STOP OR WHAT???? it usually passes, before you pass out, but still.
you should stop snorting cocaine and cut glass, man.
I thought to myself as I read this post, “What did he do, get shot in the freakin’ head? What’s he doing blogging? Shouldn’t he be in surgery? At least we know he didn’t die, since he’s posting all about it…”
So, apparently I have too active of an imagination.
Oh, and I concur. Nosebleeds suck. A lot.
Dude, get your blood pressure checked. Really.
Good thing you aren’t dramatic or anything or this could really have been an alarming post.
ACW, you should start writing books…I had to skip to the end to make sure you were ok! Damn you!
Start taking iron supplements, dude. Maybe you’re anemic.
so my adorable coworker has been having crazy nosebleeds… i was all maternal. now he’s on new meds that won’t make his nose bleed but might make him psychotic… joy.
This has never happened to me, but I have witnessed it happening to others and it’s terrifying. I’m not good around blood. My own, or anyone else’s. I’m glad you didn’t post pictures. Thanks.
Good thing there weren’t any zombies around….they can smell one drop from over a mile away…or is that sharks?