My Head Hurts When I Blow My Nose Mga Nobela at Kwento

Blood. It was cold against my skin, trickling down the side of my face in thin, slow streams. The sensation made my stomach turn. My hair was matted near my temple, where the bleeding seemed to be worst. I must’ve hit my head during the crash, though I didn’t even remember how. I blinked, trying to clear the haze clouding my vision, but the headache was relentless. It felt like someone was driving a spike through my skull, making every thought a struggle.

For a minute, she looked at me confused but touched her nose and it came back bloody. “Shit.” Nate perked up but he didn’t rise from the couch. She grabbed a tissue and pinched her nose, trying to stop the bleeding. “Happening often?” His voice was quiet and pained. “It’s becoming a more frequent occurrence.” Aelia’s voice sounded nasally as she held her head back.

This… this is sending me to death. Without wasting time, I turned around to leave— “Thud!” A sharp pain hit my nose. My face scrunched up in pain as a hiss escaped my lips. My eyes shut tightly. I quickly held my nose, worried it might be bleeding. Thankfully, it wasn’t. I let out a small breath of relief. But— “Didn’t you check where you’re going—” The words died in my throat. I slowly raised my head and froze. Cold eyes met mine.

How could the headache return even worse? "I can't do this anymore," I muttered, breaking down in tears. Crying wasn't something a man in his thirties should do, but the pain was beyond anything I had ever experienced in my entire life. It was relentless and tortuous. "I can't keep going like this," I whispered, my head throbbing. I vomited another handful of blood and felt something dripping down my nostrils. I lifted my head and gazed at my reflection in the mirror. There was blood dripping down my nostrils. I wiped it away hastily, but it continued to trickle.

I sneezed every two seconds. Tears streamed down my face with every sneeze and A terrible wave of headache follows. I wanted to call someone but I couldn't reach my phone that was inside my bag. It's was hard to find my bag because I didn't remember where I had dropped it. My bag also contains pain relievers and my flu medicine. If only I could find it and take the medicine then I would be fine. With my shaking body, I stood up to search for my phone. With a hazy vision and a banging headache, I couldn't see anything and everything in the room had turned into two.

Shortly after sneezing, I curled up in bed and threw a blanket over my head. Just when I thought I would drift off to sleep in peace, my runny nose and sneezing began once again. My body was now shivering as if cold water had been poured all over me, while my head ached. It felt as if someone was pulling apart my brain and sometimes drumming on my skull. It was unbearable; tears slowly came out on their own, flooding my cheeks, and then meandering down on the pillow.

she said. "And what part of your head do you mostly feel this pain?" I asked. "The front, near my forehead" she said as she touched it. "What does that tell you Jasmine?" I asked Jasmine who was standing beside me. "It's a migraine" she said "Coupled with a runny nose, it's just a cold ma'am and you've also been stressing yourself too much, try to take some rest once in a while, what good are we to the world if we are on a sick bed" I said with a smile.

While he was busy packing up his things, suddenly… “Ughhh… Why does my head hurt so much? What happened?" said Jacob, holding his head. The pain was getting worse and suddenly from Jacob's nostrils fresh blood came out. “W, what happened?!” said Jacob, wiping his nose, which was already sore. Two seconds later, Jacob passed out and fell to the floor. What really happened to Jacob?

I quickly removed my hands from Izzy and Mia, placing my palms on my temples to try to push pain away. "Rhi?!" Mia's panicked voice called my name. "Shit, she's bleeding, " Izzy's voice said. I felt a hand on the side of my arm, and that's when I noticed that I was lying down on my side. I slowly sat back up, and a cool damp rag was immediately placed on my face, applying pressure to my nose. "I may have a migraine, but at least I didn't get the bloody nose," Mia whispered from my left.

Judging by the copious blood flowing from my nose, I must have looked like a character from a crime scene. "Yes," I managed to reply through clenched teeth, my eyes brimming with tears – a common reaction when anger overwhelmed me. Mrs. Haggadah dampened the rag and began gently cleaning the blood from my face. She then dipped Q-tip ends into the warm water, carefully tending to the blood inside my nostrils. Afterward, she handed me two pieces of balled-up toilet paper, which I inserted into each nostril, tilting my head upward to stanch the bleeding.