Headache When Blowing Nose Novels & Stories

Helen rushed to get her best friend's blood pressure suppressing drugs. She dashed into the kitchen, got a glass cup of water and ran to her. Her best friend swallowed the drugs and gulped down the water. Helen sat beside her and made her best friend lay her head on her laps, rubbing her hair and tummy at intervals. "So high blood pressure can cause nose bleeding? I never heard of that." "The thing is, nose bleeding isn't really a symptom of high blood pressure." She explained. "But when you were bleeding from the nose, you told me to get you your blood pressure suppressing drugs that your blood pressure has increased. I don't understand what you are saying." Helen shifted a bit from her.

My head hurts at the fading vision, something between a memory and a dream. Pinching my nose I look down to see a drop of blood. Wiping it on my pants quickly, I hope neither Tilly nor Atlas saw. I don't want them to worry, but my migraines have been increasing. I'll take some aspirin after we get the ship turned around.

, I hiss ruthlessly. My hand comes up and I grasp the bridge of my nose. Huffing loudly three times through my mouth to boost my courage, I yank the cartilage back to the centre, releasing a piercing cry at the sharp pain that explodes on my face. The pain radiates through my nerves and I could swear I felt it all the way to my fingertips. The motion instantly brought warm tears back to my eyes and I feel as though I had just broken the nose all over again. I hunch over the sink, groaning in agony while biting my lip hard enough to draw blood. With my eyes tightly closed shut, I wait for the worst of the pain to subside.

He? An image flashes in her head. It’s only for a split second but she can see the outline of another person who’s sitting next to her at this very spot. She racks her head to recall the memory but it vanishes from her mind. A sharp pain stabs her brain and she whimpers. It’s hurting her a lot and to her horror, her nose starts to bleed. “Ugh!” She winces as she scans her bag for a tissue and her medicines. Finding one, she quickly wipes off the blood and gulps down the tablets with water. Halsey takes several deep breaths, waiting for the pain to pass.

Confusion gave way to alarm as she realized she was lying on the cold, hard floor. She slowly pushed herself into a sitting position as she struggled to remember how she got to the floor of her bathroom. Her head was pounding with a terrible headache and her eyes felt hot and puffy, her nose was congested, forcing her to breathe through her mouth, each ragged inhale a struggle.

However, the blood from her nose kept flowing… “I need to tell you something about today’s meeting, Ms. Maia…” Buck went into her office and saw the bloodied tissues in her hand. He was stunned for a few seconds before he put down the documents and rushed to her side. “What’s wrong, Ms. Maia? Why is your nose bleeding?” He used to work as a nurse. He opened the mini fridge, took out some ice cubes, and wrapped them in a handkerchief. “Tilting your head back won’t stop the bleeding, Ms. Maia. You should use an ice pack. It’ll help constrict blood vessels and reduce the bleeding.” He said hurriedly, giving the handkerchief to her. She quickly applied the ice pack to her nose.

He believes that his so-called porridge is the best when he didn't even taste it himself. It is already evening and I can't sleep. Probably because I was almost asleep the whole day. I touch my forehead and neck using the back of my hand as I feel my own temperature and it seems like my fever is gone. My head also stopped aching and it is just the cold I am having a problem with. I can't stop sneezing and almost five rolls of tissue are placed on the top of the table beside me. I sat down as I decided to put tissues in both sides of my nose before leaning on the headboard when suddenly the window glass cracked and an arrow gushed towards my place. I stopped moving with my breath when the arr

My head banged with a wild migraine and my fist on my clothes tightened. He sighed deeply before taking my hands, my palms were cold and his was warm. It felt as if they were hot as a flame, making me wriggle my hands from his hold involuntarily. Seeing that he knows I'm awake, I turned to my side on the bed with my back facing him. I opened my eyes and stared at the wall. My eyes feel puffy and sore, like they're carrying weights. My face was swollen and my nose was stuffy, raw from constant blows. I used my sleeve to wipe my tears, my cheeks feeling warm and flushed.

he yelled, remembering, his voice getting louder each time. He grabbed a clean towel from the nearby table and pressed it into my trembling hands. “Pinch your nose. Right here. Hard,” he guided my fingers to the soft part beneath the bridge. I tried to tilt my head back. “No, no, forward!” he corrected quickly, angling my head down. Blood dripped onto the towel, but at least now it wasn’t choking me. He ran to the kitchen, nearly slipped. In minutes, he returned. He handed me a bag of frozen peas, and pressed it carefully against the top of my nose.

As I pressed the tissue the man handed to my nose, my vision suddenly blurred and my head swirled, and I almost staggered off my stool. I have had nosebleeds before. Scratch that, I had lots of nosebleeds in the past, but this one is oddly different. It feels like an ominous warning. Once I’m well-rested, I should go to the hospital for a proper check-up. I haven’t had one in two years.