Now the whole building is filled with the smell from the bakery downstairs. I am hungry and my stupid work smells of delicious garlic butter.
SQUEAMISH WARNING, mildly graphic post follows;
And the nosebleed still freaks me out, because it wasn't a normal nosebleed- I had a blemish on my nose for a few months like a burst blood vessel or something, a little red mark, then yesterday after drying my face I noticed blood on the towel, then noticed my nose was literally spraying a thin stream of blood to a distance of a foot in front of my face. My shock and concern were not alleviated by noticing that the spray was pulsing in time to my heartbeat.
That's right, I broke a tiny artery and got a nosebleed out of the front of my nose. Luckily the bleeding was staunched and stopped after 5-10 minutes, but I was not best pleased when the scab washed off while I cleaned birdshit out of my hair.
Actually, with a few hours distance, me leaning over the bath half naked with the shower head in one hand and my nose in the other, upside-down head drenched in water and pissing blood, no glasses on, trying not to shed tears of rage, is actually a pretty comical image.
You have to see the funny side, don't you. |