This annoying little sniffle wasn’t going away that easily though. Again, I wiped it away and tried to fall back to sleep; only to have it begin to pour out on my pillow. I sat up quickly in the pitch black in order to find some tissues, which I knew I didn’t have. I’d have to maneuver my way to the bathroom through the dark. At this point I had to cup my hands under my nose to keep it from pouring on the floor. I had never had allergies THIS BAD before. Gross huh? Any who, I hurried as quickly as I could through the darkness, trying to remember what I had left in the floor that I could trip over and hurt myself.
My bathroom at the time was small but had a huge mirror that lined the back wall. Not to be too graphic but my hands were quickly filling up so I rushed into the bathroom only stopping to flick on the light. Never in my life had my nose ran this bad. I’d have to find a high powered allergy medicine now. It took a good two to three seconds for me to realize just what I was looking at in the bathroom mirror. There I stood in all my glory with baggy pajama pants, an over sized t-shirt, with my hair smashed against one side of my head. (And that wasn’t the most shocking part!) Coming out of my nose was not seasonal drip but blood. Blood.
It wasn’t a ‘oh dear let me dab this up’ nose bleed. Oh no, it was liquid crimson flowing from the depths of my very being out of both of my nostrils. So much so that now both of my hands are covered in it. It’s pouring down my chin, whipping around my chin to flow down my neck and onto my t-shirt. My life’s blood poured from my nostrils rapidly into my cupped hands and there didn’t seem to be any end in sight. I took it all in, analyzing the situation and came to the only logical answer I knew of; I was dying. And in true ‘Laura fashion’ I handled the situation accordingly. I began SCREAMING. I could see the future quite clearly at that point; I would die alone in this small bathroom at 2:30 am on a Thursday due to blood loss before anyone could get to me. Did I try to stop the bleeding? Nope. Call for help? Nope. I just screamed. This would be my parting gift to the world, my last ear piercing squall of terror. To make it even better, I could feel it pouring down the back of my throat.
Somewhere between the screaming and the pouring I began to sway back and forth in this tiny bathroom. I’m not sure if I thought I needed to climb into the bathtub or crawl into the shelf with the towels but what I ended up succeeding in doing, was spilling blood onto the floor, across the sink, the toilet, and somehow got some on the wall.
My scream woke my husband who rushed in to see not just myself covered in blood but practically the whole bathroom. My bad.
To which I replied in a startled terror, “I’m bleeding!”
Yeah, I know. Let the FBI know the case has been solved. Luckily my husband doesn’t panic like I do and he reached over me to get a wash cloth; wetting it in the sink, he turned to me.
“We need to stop the bleeding.”
Yeah, yeah! I like that, let’s do that! He tried to cup the cloth over my nose but at this point I’m still moving around. I’m not
going to stop either; in my mind, if I stop then I’m dead. Gotta keep moving. Why? I have no idea. It’s 2:30 in the morning and I’m bleeding out, it was all I had. It kind of felt like the Whack a Mole game at this point, I was the mole and my husband had the hammer. He tried to pin me down and plug my nose but I’m just fighting to stay alive here people!
He finally just pinned me in the corner, grabbing my nose through the cloth and pushing me down to the floor just to get the blood flow to stop. As soon as my bottom touched the floor, I felt what blood that was left in my head and upper body sink down to my toes; my color went with it. I don’t like the sight of blood, especially my own; so at this point I’ve reached my limit and I’m now going to faint. I didn’t.
He managed to stop the bleeding but had to pull me out of the bathroom because the sight of all the blood kept making me nauseated and faint. While I sat at the kitchen table he called 911 ‘just in case’. My husband had even mentioned he had never seen anyone’s nose bleed like that. Well what can I say honey? I go above and beyond in everything I do.
So there I sat, frazzled, bloody, and pale at my kitchen table; wondering where it all went wrong when this EMS worker walked in. He bent down and looked at me, he pressed the tip of his gloved finger to my nose gently and then said, “Yep, looks like a nose bleed.”
I nodded my head in utter amazement, ‘Oh you’re good’ I thought. I could feel my facial features twisting in honest annoyance.
“You wanna go to the hospital?” He asked.
I shook my head in silence, all my witty come backs had flooded out in the crimson waterfall a few minutes ago.
Turns out, it was just a nose bleed. (I went to an Urgent Care later that morning.) Our bedroom had no windows and as I mentioned it was winter, so we had the heat on all night. The doctor said my nose just got too dry and that’s what caused the bleed. All I would need to keep it from happening again was a humidifier.
A humidifier and a therapist.