I was the nosebleed kid at school. Every school has one, I was mine. I used to have to drag the class garbage can to my desk so I could bleed nasally while doing my classwork. Later, I became a nosebleed adult, discovering new ways to make my nose bleed. Ah, memories.
My nose does not bleed as much now – maybe the nose veins have scarred over. Or maybe I just juggle less.
From the archives – originally posted December 11, 2013.
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Veronica Dymond 