Warning: This post will sound MUCH more disturbing if you only read the first part. SO, if you're going to read it, you have to promise to stick to the end or don't read it at all if you're the squeemish type.
This morning I was drying off after my shower and noticed a slight, yet pretty significant bloody streak across the bottom half of my towel. Of course, my first thought was that I was bleeding "down there" and things were going to get started soon.
To verify this thought, I took the towel and wiped myself down there again, but came up clean.
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Oh well. I move on by folding the towel strategically to cover the dirty part and I continue drying myself with the rest so I can get on with my day.
I felt the need to wipe my face, and when I did, I noticed the towel was bloody again!
DUH!!!! I had a bloody NOSE!!!!
Not one to miss an opportunity, I went back to our bedroom and told Marti I was bleeding. He suddenly looked VERY awake! I didn't let him fret too long and spilled the beans that it was just my nose.
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