My week can basically be summed up in this short story of mortification:
I was at school a little earlier than normal for a Tuesday (class starts at 8:30am) because I needed to print some papers off. I was able to find a computer, printed my work off, and then went to the bathroom. After I came out, I wasn’t paying much attention to where I was going; I was trying to reach my water bottle in the side pocket of my backpack, so I twisted around and headed to the open area to my right and – BAM! – walked mindlessly right into a glass door.
Talk about mortifying.
All I could think was, get out get out get out. I could not believe that I had just done that – and in the Student Union of all places, with tons of other students walking around me. My eyes were watering from the pain of smashing my nose against the glass and I still couldn’t see clearly. I was just so in shock, I kept my head ducked down, opened the door, and hurried out of the Union to see a big glob of blood fall from my nose to the ground. The pain intensifies now that I realize blood is squirting out of my nose and all over my jacket, purse, and jeans. I cover my nose with my hand and hurry to the next building to find a bathroom.
I couldn’t go back into the Student Union after everyone had just witnessed what I did. My pride hurt enough. I walk as fast as I can through the business school with blood flowing in between my fingers and down my hand. I avoid all curious gazes – what, you don’t walk into doors and make your nose bleed all the time? – and push open the bathroom doors. I grab paper towels and just hold them to my nose for what seems like forever and I can’t help but watch in the mirror as the brown paper towels keep turning red.
I think about how much of a wuss I am and just pray that I don’t pass out. I could only imagine some innocent student finding me passed out on the floor with blood running out my nose and all over my face. I put a hand on the sink to steady myself, but feel okay.
I also can’t help but think, where is my nursing-major boyfriend when I need him??
My nose finally stops bleeding and I try to wipe what I can from my face and then work on my purse and don’t even bother with my jacket. I gently blow my nose, hoping all the blood will come out, and then notice that I got blood on my favorite moccasins.
I somehow still managed to make it to class on time. My nose is still a little sore, and every time I walk by the door in the Union, I see the little smudge my nose made on the glass and wonder when the cleaning crew will wipe the doors down.