Bloody nose!

I was knocked up (woken up) this morning, not to the sound of frying chips or the smell of porridge but to clotting blood sliding down my throat....

ok, I tried the British English thing and I am giving up.
I just can't find a place to incorporate the words colour, fag, tyre, arse, bloke, lift and iced lolly anywhere in my life!
I could try, however...

Anyway, this morning's nosebleed took 10 minutes to abate and it scared the living hell out of me. I wanted to take the lift downstairs and smoke a fag outside to chill out.

*shiver*

I have no problem seeing blood or handling it...but when the colour red is leaving my own body instead of some poor bloke, I can't help but panic just a little.

yeah and menstration doesn't count, I want that over and out.

(tyre and iced lolly don't make it today.)

Sheena