Monday, 31 October 2011
GIRL IN BUBBLE
Funny story, though...
The other night, after I'd tidied the apartment and was bloated with self-esteem over my shining kitchen sink and uncluttered coffee table, I decided a little ambiance would be nice. I lit candles and settled into blissful silence, admiring my handiwork. (You can all imagine how often I have a clean apartment by the momentousness of the occasion) An hour later, my nose started to leak. One tissue, two, three, four... And then a nose bleed. Not a bad nosebleed, but I have been warned about the lack of platelets in my blood. No, no, no. An infection? I run for the thermometer and stick it in my mouth. If my temperature reaches even 100F, I have to go the hospital. The Big Book of Cancer Leaflets, saith it is so. A minute later, the thermometer beeps and I take it out and read the result. 97.8F
And suddenly I recall that candle smoke always makes my nose run.
Girl in a bubble. Crap. Is it Spring yet?