Did I ever tell you about my bloody noses? No? Well then, here’s a story for you.
Every spring and every fall – the seasons with the most change – I get an itchy nose which always leads to a bloody nose. I’ve had some pretty graphic ones (Avert your eyes to the next paragraph if you are queasy.) I’ve had bloody noses that lasted for 20 bloody minutes. I’ve had bloody noses where chunks of blood ride the tidal wave of blood that pours out of my nose and into the sink. I’ve had some bad bloody noses.
It hasn’t always been this way though. I didn’t used to get bloody noses. It started around the summer before my freshman year of high school. Let’s go back.
I lived on a street that wasn’t really kid-friendly. It was a cut through between two major roads and not many families lived on that street because of the cars zipping back and forth between the two six-lane roads. I can’t blame them. I guess when we moved in it was simpler times.
I had a best friend who lived 7 houses down the street. Often during the summer it was just the two of us. But when one of us went away, well, there was only one of us left. The weeks when she was out of town could often be a form of torture. Like I said, it was the summer before high school so I wasn’t driving yet and when my mom was working I had to stay home all day.
We all come up with ways to entertain ourselves when we are bored and alone. I preferred sports; usually kicking a soccer ball around in the backyard. Occasionally it was whiffle ball.
So I was out hitting the whiffle ball with the whiffle bat against the garage. I kept thinking what a drag it was to hit the ball and then have to walk the 20 feet to the house to get the ball only to have to walk back again. So I started to inch a little closer. When that worked out, I inched a little closer. And then closer. Closer still.
Then I decided to just pick up the ball and hit it from basically where the ball had landed.
So I picked it up. Threw it up in the air. Swung at it. Made contact. Oh boy did I make contact! There was a solid thud when it hit the house.
Then there was another solid thud as it hit my nose. That thud was followed by the drip drip sound as my nose tried to empty my body of all of its blood. It wasn’t successful, but it was a really good attempt.
Ever since that fateful summer day, I think of whiffle balls every time my nose bleeds.