Unlike Curt Schilling's 2004 bloody sock symbolizing strength of character, my recent foray into bloody clothing was not really a testament to anything but bad luck. I really love Tucson for the great weather as well as the lack of allergies, well except for about three weeks out of the year. During the three weeks during the spring, I am plagued with a bad runny nose due to "outsiders" bring their damned foreign trees to Tucson. Coupling allergies with dry weather is a recipe for a bloody nose.

Yesterday after class in one of my courses, my professor offered to take us out for lunch (there are only four students). We went to a Thai restaurant and I ordered the Garlic Chicken. While the food was great, it was a tad spicy (for me). The spiciness along with my allergies made my nose run. After lunch, we were talking and while I was drinking out my glass of water, I felt a drip out of my nose. My initial thought was that some snot dripped out of my glass; that was no problem, I could merely stop drinking. Unfortunately, my nose decided to pick a rather embarrassing time to start dripping blood into my clear plastic glass of water. While the professor was particularly kind at "avoiding" to acknowledge this situation, it is hard to ignore someone who is stuffing a napkin up his nose as well as having red stains on his shirt. Ultimately I did not die and besides having to spend time cleaning up a rather messy bathroom sink, I survived.

Unfortunately, there is no moral of the story, or at least not one that I can think of; maybe I could be a telecommuter and avoid all physical contact, but I suppose avoiding the occasional public bloody nose is not worth the loneliness from the lack of physical contact with others. Bloody noses are certainly a bitter pill to swallow for contact with other people .

-Trevor