It was 6.30am in the morning. there were no signs that the sun is rising. It was cold. too cold. I know that i'm late, but i'm too lazy to move. so I walk like a zombie, tip toed down the stairs, not wanting to wake other tenants from their sleep. I brushed my teeth with eyes half open. then, I took anything that I can reach in the closet to dress up. perform subuh prayers (yes it was late..). Joanne and Gervanne were still in their la la land. I need to be early to catch two buses. or else I will be late to Chase Farm Mental Health Unit. Even then, I was still yawning and move like a snail. I slowly put on my hijab when suddenly a hot slimmy sensation was felt near my left nostrils. I took a glance at Gervanne's small rectangular pink coloured frame mirror and say..."oh it's blood.......
.....after few seconds.....
WHAAAT, IT'S BLOOD!!! OOZING BLOOD!!"
quickly, I applied the knowledge that I shared in class presentation during my first year. how to manage nose bleed (epistaxis). my index finger and thumb were used to applied soft pressure on my nose and tilt up my head slightly to stop bleeding. then i realize, hey, this is my first ever experience of epistaxis! past few days were just blood flakes that clogged up my nose. hmm, not something to be excited off.
but at least now I am 100% awake. and yeah, I'm 5 minutes delayed from my usual 'departure' timing to the hospital. yikes!
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