i’m not cussing, euro style. that’s just how i’d describe the brief low-light of my yesterday: a bloody hell. don’t worry, this blog won’t be my dear diary. but my life is SO boring that when something strange, crazy, or even slightly out of the norm occurs, you’re gonna “hear” about it.
ya know how when things go from “fine” to “what the heck?!” in no time flat and without warning it seems like the worst thing ever? that’s where i found myself for a few painstaking minutes yesterday.
DISCLAIMER: if you get squeamish from just reading about blood, you might wanna stop reading.
let me set the scene… i like to go to AMC’s A.M.Cinema ($5 movies before noon!) on my days off and sometimes, when i don’t head out to see the ‘rents, indulge in all-i-can-eat mediocre chinese food. yesterday was progressing along just fine. movie: check, chinese food: check, pay the check and leave: massive nosebleed. yeah, pretty awesome. i’ve been sick lately. started with a sore throat, congestion, cough, drainage, pressure, etc. followed. so, i’ve been popping otc remedies to clear out. said remedies also dried me out. combining the arid sahara of my nasal passage with the still necessary and constant nose blowing created the most realistic halloween costume i’ve ever had. i blow the old schnoz, look down to sign the receipt, and notice that blood… my blood has dripped down the front of my WHITE brian regan shirt and is now sprinkling my credit card! fun times!
so, i shove some tissue up there and wait. not going away … more tissue, more waiting. at this point i’m thoroughly embarrassed. i feel flush (which means more blood to the head, not helping). apparently the waitress didn’t notice the blood when she dropped off the ticket because when she came back, she reacted.
her: “oh. you’re bleeding.”
her: “i get you some napkins.”
she comes back, still not much stoppage.
her: “i bring you some ice.”
she brings me some ice in a plastic bag.
her: “put on forehead.”
me: “on my forehead?”
her: “yeah. it work. chinese way.”
so i apply the ice pack to my forehead, which is painful since my head is hot from being embarrassed/flush. as i wait a few thoughts go through my head:
i’m supposed to be helping darren build a box maze right now … my brian regan shirt is ruined … how and how soon can i get out of here … guess i won’t be getting an ice cream cone.
finally the bleeding stops. i sign the receipt (bigger tip for dealing with my wound) and hurriedly leave. then, i jet home to change, collect myself, and maybe salvage my brian regan shirt before i head up to the church (having missed box maze time) to join riley in 249 drive-in set up.
i’m at a breaking point. things can only turn up from here, right? wrong. here comes insult to injury. i still have the ice pack the waitress gave me. i decide to use some of the condensation from the bag to clean the dried blood from my face & hands. apparently, this is not a normal plastic baggy but a water soluble, quick dissolving, form of plastic! the water bewilderingly spills all over my lap and car. i think i even spoke this aloud: “are you kidding me?!”
to top it all off, i had to pee and i was bogged down in school/construction traffic. man, alexander never had a day like this!
actually, things did get better after that. and i googled “blood stains” … looks like my brian regan shirt might make it, after all!