There’s blood. Oh, God blood. B-L-O-O-D.

And I felt a chill in my veins – the kind that not even the thickest Berghaus fleece jackets could warm!

There’s really blood on the tissue that I used to dab my nose with. Spots of blood. It’s not a lot but enough to freak the soul out me. As far as I can remember, I never had a nosebleed before. Language nosebleed, yes; but a real nosebleed, never. And so I worked in a daze yesterday, wondering about what could possibly be wrong. And if you know me well, you will understand that I don’t have a problem with my imagination and could pretty work it up in a huff. *smile* And so expect me to come up with numerous worse could-be’s.

I did. A hundred-and-one of them. And when I googled the word “nosebleed”, I came up with so much more – about a million more which I will not enumerate anymore because they are so maddeningly scary, if not also embarrassingly ridiculous.

So anyway, I went to visit the doctor first thing today –because if I’d wait too long I’m afraid I’d drive myself crazy from thinking of the could-be’s. The check up, where the doctor discovered an inflamed part of my nose, was short and smooth. And when Doctor Nice-and-Smooth put together the symptoms I volunteered, he summed it up as nothing but allergic rhinitis. *thanks God!*

Finally, I could rest my imagination now, it’s worked overtime over the last 24 hours y’know.