Uses for a bloody nose, #34

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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So I’m having a rather unpleasant chat with the new boss (he’s been here for 10 months but still doesn’t get it, so I still call im the new boss). And he’s really not the same as the old boss which, while it is somewhat of a relief to be released from The Who’s curse, is still a bit of a drag because as I said, he’s largely clueless about how things need to be done around here. And he’s adamant that his way is the best way. Even though we’ve done it his way before for a few months and spent the next 3 months recovering from that learning experience. So anyway, he’s being very disappointed with my apparent unwillingnes to “get on board” with his little scheme, and he’s not receptive to my anecdotes and in depth analysis of exactly where he’s wrong…

And then my nose saved me! Yes, my nose. As I sat there, outwardly patient and obviously just enduring him and waiting for my chance to get back to my hidey hole, an artery deep in my sinus jumped on a grenade. I swear I heard it pop! Soon my patient countenance was embellished by an impressive steady stream from the left port. Pretty much a show stopper. I politely excused myself.

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You know what would have been cool? If, at the moment you heard it “pop,” you gave him a very intense, malevolent stare that made the veins in your forehead stand out. I’ll bet he would have started to consider your ideas a little more seriously.

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I would have rolled my eyes up into my head and gone down twitching. Worker’s Comp, here I come!

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It’s about that time of year for me, thanks to dry air and such my nose will suddenly just spout a nose bleed as described above. Made me step out of more than a handful of tests during high school…

– IG

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I feel your pain. I’m also a sensitive nasal membrane owner. My latest was during the cold which I’m just getting over, and blew up during a coughing fit at 3AM. Nothing like having to clean the pillow and sheets at 3AM, and sleep in a wet bed (from the cleaning, not lack of hygiene).

On the plus side, the blood pouring out makes a wonderful fabric dye, turing to a lovely dark brown/black with age.