Big obsessive actions as a kid, which are still with me, because I spent all my early days, and now... all by myself nose-picking led to disastrous nosebleeds.
I did get into 8 pints of blood lost, needing transfusion. Hard to find a A/B type match. Also a lot of donated platelets in a yellowy bag, taking day to prepare from separate donations, as a treatment, to make my blood clot properly. Honestly. Holding the nose leads to most of the red ending in the stomach, which seems good to others. That leads to horrific spewing as the tummy rejects it - it's like eating raw beef. 100 miles driven by parents to specialist hospital before calling any ambulance because A&E / ER wouldn't understand my special bleeding condition
Now, I do have a good reason to laugh!! :applause:
I do remember when I was 10 in a Children's Leukaemia ward, where nurses & docs would come to my bedside, holding ice packs on my nose for hours, taking cardboard kidney dishes away full of blood. I was fascinated how the stuff would coagulate and form odd shapes! Stalactites more Stalagmites... as liquid drips... They pressed my tummy to see if it hurt. I said 'yes!'. As centre of attention, trying to smile and be happy. I do remember being upright in that bed, and suddenly throwing up really hard, past the end of the bed, coating the floor, walls and windows in lumps of blood, over & again, when vomiting...
As a kid, I still react to ripping off fingernails as they grow. No teeth or tools ever used. Other hand's fingernails. Looks bad, as I'm still alone and don't care what I look like in my own room.
I think a lack of fingernails is why I can't fasten my top button before going to interview