Blood, Sweat, and Tears

There was definitely blood, a bit of sweat, but no tears. At around eight thirty tonight I began to take a shower. What could be so important about bathing on a Tuesday evening, you may ask. Well, about half way through my rituals of shower-taking I felt a but of dripping on my wrist. Being in a shower I assumed a focused jet was hitting my lower arm, but then I looked down. My wrist, arm, and body was covered in blood. I soon noticed that the source of flow was from my nose. I then applied my nose-bleeding strategies, and pushed my tongue against the roof of my mouth. I thought that the bleeding would stop but it continued profusely. it was getting worse and I needed a solution because my shower was beginning to look like a Law and Order episode. I could not get to the tissues because I was wet and the toilet paper was too far to reach for. The closest thing I could get my scarlet hands on was a perfectly white towel to halt the projectile stream of blood. With my free hand I wrapped my towel around my self  and walked out to my parents. Muffled under the towel, I told them the story. I told them about The shower curtain looking like modern art and also how my feet were in hot pink water. 

Right now I feel a bit woozy; I think I lost too much blood. That's all. Good Night.