And I mean BLEEDING

On Friday: Almost bled to death from a bleeding nose while walking to school. Seriously. I crawled down a side street to avoid the prying eyes of school children (how does one maintain authority while bleeding from the nose?) only to find that I just couldn’t stop bleeding. It went on like I had cut a main artery for close to an hour. My hands and face were completely red with blood, I was now 15 minutes late to oversee an exam, my mobile was ringing, and there was nothing I could do. So I started to tentatively call ”…heLP?” about seven or eight times. Nothing. Walked up and down the street for a while hoping to attract some positive attention. Finally a woman came out to her car to drop her kids off to school, and asked if I was “OK”. Anyway, to cut a long story short, she invited me in (you wouldn’t have if you had seen me) to get cleaned up, and I went off to school looking one shade whiter than usual. Will buy her a present. That’s the second time someone has been very kind to me in spite of blood. The first is an intriguing story interwoven with karma; I’ll save that for another entry.