bloodletting

I woke up this morning feeling parched. And by parched, I don't mean slightly dehydrated — my lips hurt, my eyes hurt, and the air felt bone dry. It turns out that I had desiccated in the night — so much so that after firing up iTunes and rocking out to "Kylie's Got A Crush On Us," taking my cold/ flu herbs, and downing a bunch of water, I got a nosebleed.

I should preface the rest of this by saying that I don't remember ever having had a nosebleed. True to form, my first time was no ordinary experience. It went on for about half an hour, despite my best efforts to pinch my nostrils and lean forward. I actually got worried when my mouth filled with blood for the third time in the shower.

Thankfully, it has stopped and I'm back to the slow drip, drip, drip of my cold-related congestion. There's really nothing like the sight of one's own blood, surging crimson and awful, to jolt you rudely and completely awake on a Monday morning.