Bloody hell...


My luck just gets better...

I woke up at 6ish this morning with a familiar trickling feeling tickling the back of my throat: ah yes, a nosebleed.

By 8 I was starting to get a bit panicky - it still hadn't stopped. I'd managed to turn my bathroom into something that resembled the aftermath of the Icelandic whaling fleet's trip to SeaWorld and I admitted that I should probably give work a miss today, what with the uncontrollable haemorrhaging and all...

I texted Theo for a some sympathy (well, I'm a big, soft scaredy cat at times...) and she supplied plenty, pointing out it sounded a bit like it could be a stress-related bleed.

Thinking about it, it makes sense. It has been a stressful year - and continues to be so to a lesser extent, but work and money etc., are constant anxieties. Certainly, I have lots of good stuff going on, but the tough stuff is bound to have taken its toll in some way: I've noticed a fair number more grey hairs (including several in my eyebrow and even *looks embarrassed* the first signs of greying pubic hair...) - stressy nosebleeds shouldn't really come as any surprise.

It finally slowed down to the occasional drip at 9:30, half an hour before my "fuck it, I'm going to casualty" deadline and I am now left with something of a fuzzy, dizzy, headachey feeling - but the nose is thankfully un-gory.

I shall immerse myself in the scent of lavender for the rest of the day and maybe beg on hands and knees for a massage later. Relieving stress needs to be a fresh priority - I've only got a finite amount of blood, after all.

2 comments:

Teeny said...

Ohh, I hate that feeling in the back of your throat when you get a nosebleed... Thankfully I've not had one since I was 8, but I remember it well!

y said...

I get them too. Try taking vine leaf extract. Really.