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Public Nosebleed
Hello Everyone,
I just recently had surgery on my sinuses. Unfortunately I did not have have a handkerchief so I resorted to balled up tissues and anything paper and absorbent to mop up the stuff coming out of my nose. I couldn't blow my nose (doctor's orders) and to sniff in a hock a gross loogie was to embarrassing.
This could have been fix with a handkerchief but that not why I am posting this. I got to think how would a gentleman deal with a nosebleed say in a college lecture or business meeting. Something that if you were gone for a length of time you would miss out on a bunch of information. Do you excuse yourself go to the bathroom, stick a small piece of toilet paper up you nose and go back to the meeting or class? or do you stay in the bathroom and hold your nose missing a huge chunk of what is happening? This was bugging me and after reading the post on here i thought this would be a prefect place to ask this question.
I thank you in advance for your answers and i think this could make for a comical Dim and Dash illustration too.
David J Helterbran III
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Permalink Reply by Rebekah on -
Easy. When in the company of others, you have to take care not to give them offense. Blood, like all bodily fluids, is offensive in polite society. If you're bleeding, you need to excuse yourself as quietly as possible as long as you're bleeding. Consider it part of your recovery from surgery.
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Permalink Reply by Josh on -
When that happens to me, I usually just flex my mustache until my blood jumps back into my body. Doesn't everyone do that?
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Permalink Reply by Paul on -
No, I yell at my blood. After it apologizes, it shamefully creeps back up my nose, whereafter I belch out some hearty guffaws.
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Permalink Reply by Sean Grogan on -
Most people i know seem pretty understanding when something like this happens. I used to get them all the time in the winter when i first moved to Montreal because of the dry air. I'd have to excuse myself holding my nose. I think they got the idea.
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Permalink Reply by Paul on
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Reminds me of a part from the book "Shit My Dad Says" where the dad asks the kid if he got punched in the face because has a bloody nose. The kid says the air is dry, and the dad says something along the lines of, "Well, if anyone asks, please tell them you got punched in the face."
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