Nobody Nose

Flashback to kindergarten: 5-year-old Suzy is singing her heart out during the Christmas program at Rolling Meadows. On stage. With her blood pouring out her little nose. In a blur, she is carried off stage by an elderly male teacher, whose name is forgotten. Mrs. Denny holds her thumb tightly while explaining that it is a pressure point. That's where the memory stops.
I was able to relive this wackiness a bit at work yesterdee. Whilst dealing with an angry gent on the telephone I felt a hot trickling out of my nostril. It was cold in the office, so I was used to a running nose but was shocked when my tissue was covered in blood. Gah! How fun it was explaining to the admin assistant "Uh, Lynda? Jennie's going to have to deal with this guy. I just got a bloody nose." Briskly walking through the executive offices with a bloody tissue pressed to one's nose is a humbling experience to be sure. As soon as everyone important was aware of my crisis, it stopped. I went to the bathroom, coughed up some blood (strange, that's never happened before) and the nosebleed was over. Huh. So what caused this thing? I have no idea. Perhaps I'll never know.