Oh bloody hell

December 3rd, 2005

Yesterday morning I awoke to CT screeching at the top of his lungs, “maaaamaaaaaa, maaaamaaaaa, I’m bleeeediiiinnggggg!” I shot up and scuttled into the bathroom. He had a bloody nose. And this bloody nose was a good one. He had made a blood trail that started from the pool of blood left behind in his bed, to the drops of blood going down the stairs, and then the spattered blood all over the white bathroom tile and toilet bowl and all the blood still drip, drip, dripping into the toilet water and finally ending the trail with the brownish-scarlet blood that was starting to dry all over his face, hands, right big toe and pajamas.

As I sit here recounting all the blood, I can’t believe I didn’t even once think about getting my camera.


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