At least twice a day for the last week I have been getting nose bleeds. Fortunately, I notice this happy occurrence when I blow my nose and not by a trickles of blood dropping on my computer keyboard. Who gets nose bleeds any more? My creative lead partner, who is known for his tact, looked at me and said, “What? Do you have a cold or something? Your nose is all red.” When I explained the recent phenomenon, he replied, “That’s embarrassing.” Um yeah.
Even more embarrassing was the advice a different coworker gave me. “Stick a ball of Kleenex under your top list. There’s some sort of pressure point that will make your nose stop bleeding.” I complied and my other coworker could not stop laughing at me. She grabbed her phone quickly and snapped a picture. So not only was my nose bleeding, but I also couldn’t swallow because I had cotton mouth. Literally.
Speaking of bleeding . . . several sirens just went flying past my window. The last time this happened it was New Year’s Day and the first murders in the city of Chicago had just taken place. While I was busy organizing my office, a mere two blocks away four people were duct taped and shot execution style - a drug deal gone awry. The violence. I can’t take it. I sincerely hope it isn’t something like that tonight. I’m all mad and stuff. I want to do something to stop it, but I don’t know what.