High Anxiety
Monday, January 28th, 2008 03:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanWell I just managed to scare myself for the flimsiest of reasons.
I had a very slight nosebleed and it scared the bejasus out of me.
Those of my friends list who have been with me for a couple of years ago will recall the horror of July 2005 when I ended up in A&E with a nose that had insisted on bleeding for large portions of the preceding four days and which was finally sorted by a procedure involving cauterisation.
This clearly left a deep and abiding impression on yours truly. It took one blob of blood to get me worried and a second after I’d blown my nose to raise me to an impressive level of anxiety that would no doubt have done my blood pressure no good at all. Once I’d calmed down a bit I had to go outside for some fresh air just to replenish my usual sang froid.
The trouble is, you see, that I don’t get nose bleeds. I never have, unless something has hit me hard on the nose, and not always then, even.
Two years ago I ignored the initial nose bleed, thinking it to be nothing. Then it came back and back and back. That, I think is the underlying anxiety behind something that most people –myself included in previous years- would barely register.
What a wuss I am. An anxious wuss, but a wuss nonetheless.
I had a very slight nosebleed and it scared the bejasus out of me.
Those of my friends list who have been with me for a couple of years ago will recall the horror of July 2005 when I ended up in A&E with a nose that had insisted on bleeding for large portions of the preceding four days and which was finally sorted by a procedure involving cauterisation.
This clearly left a deep and abiding impression on yours truly. It took one blob of blood to get me worried and a second after I’d blown my nose to raise me to an impressive level of anxiety that would no doubt have done my blood pressure no good at all. Once I’d calmed down a bit I had to go outside for some fresh air just to replenish my usual sang froid.
The trouble is, you see, that I don’t get nose bleeds. I never have, unless something has hit me hard on the nose, and not always then, even.
Two years ago I ignored the initial nose bleed, thinking it to be nothing. Then it came back and back and back. That, I think is the underlying anxiety behind something that most people –myself included in previous years- would barely register.
What a wuss I am. An anxious wuss, but a wuss nonetheless.