Today...I am going to tell you a story. A story so intense that your nose might start bleeding while reading it. Grab a box or two of Kleenax because things are about to get SERIOUS.
It was a good two years ago when I worked at a drive-in restaurant named Sonic. I was a carhop, where I ran in and out of the store giving orders to people waiting in their cars. Typically my days working there were full of odd customers and strange occurrences, but the strangest of all turned out to be quite the story to tell...
You see, it all began at the end of my four-hour shift. It was already 9 o'clock in the evening when my manager told me it was okay to leave, but I felt a sudden urge to blow my nose before I saddled my dragon for departure.
I hopped, skipped and jumped to the back of the store, clearing the nostrils of any monsters that happened to nest themselves deep withing the caverns of my soul. But to my dismay, instead the monsters revolted and tore open a hole inside my face that suddenly poured out a stream of blood straight out of my nose.
Dang you, monsters! I will get you back! I thought to myself as I grabbed a giant's handful of tissues.
"Allison, are you okay?" Asked my manager as he walked by.
"Oh yeah!" My voice was muffled by the tissues covering my face. I flicked my wrist twice so he could see my casual certainty. "I always have nosebleeds. Just give me like 15 minutes!"
-45 minutes later-
This part of the story may seem exaggerated to you but trust me, my fellow readers, all of which I'm about to type is made from the very essence of Truth.
After bleeding straight out of my face for 45 minutes, I had given up holding a tissue to my nose because the blood kept seeping through it no matter how many I had and so instead I hung my head over a sink. I just wanted to bleed out. Literally. But because I did this, blood got all over the sink, and so I tried to clean it up while my nose was still competing with Old Faithful. But because I did this, blood got all over my arms, so I tried to clean that up. And because I did that, I somehow got blood on the walls and on the floor...EVERYWHERE. I officially looked like a victim of a zombie attack.
At this point I was defeated. I rested my forehead against the faucet of the sink, letting the blood run over my mouth because I didn't care anymore. Where did this vile nosebleed come from?! I thought to myself. I could taste the iron in my throat--because the blood couldn't escape out of my nose fast enough, so it ran down into my insides in search for things to destroy. This nosebleed was seriously that bad.
"ALLISON, ARE YOU OKAY?! ALLISON!!!" I looked up at my manager who was freaking at the site of what he thought was an unconscious Allison hanging over the sink, half-dead of blood loss (which was probably true by now, anyway). After reassuring him I was fine, gurgling over the excessive amount of liquids in my mouth, he called my mom to tell her of my situation. What was really funny was that my mom didn't believe the nosebleed was that bad and that he was just over-reacting. Oh, what deceit!
So the story continues when my mom picked me up from work (it would've taken serious skills to drive a stick-shift while Niagara falls was running out my face). After trying remedies at home for another hour (let's take into consideration that I've been bleeding for pretty much 2 hours), my mom took me to the emergency room.
"What's wrong?" Asked the nurse.
"Oh, I dunno. Just been bleeding out of my nose for a thousand years. What's up with you?" I felt like asking.
She ended up taking 2 vials of blood samples which she could have just put under my nose, gave me a CT scan and stuck medical cotton-wads up my nose like it should be a part of Dirty Jobs.
WELL, KIDS...after having a nosebleed for 2 and a half hours straight, it finally stopped. I don't know how. Maybe all the monsters died inside my body by some radioactive Jesusing. Who knows. But what I do know is what the nurse told me in the final end:
"Girl!" She said with a serious Texan accent, "Did you know you have really, really bad allergies?"
...Yes. Yes I did.
"ALLISON, ARE YOU OKAY?! ALLISON!!!" I looked up at my manager who was freaking at the site of what he thought was an unconscious Allison hanging over the sink, half-dead of blood loss (which was probably true by now, anyway). After reassuring him I was fine, gurgling over the excessive amount of liquids in my mouth, he called my mom to tell her of my situation. What was really funny was that my mom didn't believe the nosebleed was that bad and that he was just over-reacting. Oh, what deceit!
So the story continues when my mom picked me up from work (it would've taken serious skills to drive a stick-shift while Niagara falls was running out my face). After trying remedies at home for another hour (let's take into consideration that I've been bleeding for pretty much 2 hours), my mom took me to the emergency room.
"What's wrong?" Asked the nurse.
"Oh, I dunno. Just been bleeding out of my nose for a thousand years. What's up with you?" I felt like asking.
She ended up taking 2 vials of blood samples which she could have just put under my nose, gave me a CT scan and stuck medical cotton-wads up my nose like it should be a part of Dirty Jobs.
WELL, KIDS...after having a nosebleed for 2 and a half hours straight, it finally stopped. I don't know how. Maybe all the monsters died inside my body by some radioactive Jesusing. Who knows. But what I do know is what the nurse told me in the final end:
"Girl!" She said with a serious Texan accent, "Did you know you have really, really bad allergies?"
...Yes. Yes I did.
