Nothing better than a good bloody nose. Growing up I used to have them all the time. Every time I put on a scarf in the winter, guaranteed bloody nose. No clue why, but it was just a thing. Now, my son unfortunately got that gene. We have had more late night wake up calls with him screaming bloody murder. Oddly enough, when we got into his room, it looked like it. He would have blood gushing down his chest and his face looked like he was in the ring with Mike Tyson.
Today, it reared its ugly head again. At home we have humidifiers, we put Vaseline in his nose nightly, and we have tissues by his bed. We have got his nose cauterized three times. It’s supposed to be done. Today we were on the plane, heading to Florida with no care in the world. I was deep into the movie Joker when my buddy taps us and says he has a bloody nose. We scramble to get up on a plane and my wife makes her way to the bathroom. Ten minutes go by and they still aren’t back. Great. I make eye contact with my wife as she opens the door to ask the flight attendant for a garbage bag. She gives me the thumbs down. I went back and relieved her. We sat in this tiny ass bathroom and tried to get Mt. Vesuvius to stop. Finally, the master of bloody noses got it to stop. We made it with five minutes to spare until we had to sit down for landing.
Pretty fun way to start our vacation. Luckily he handled it like a champ and stayed calm. A little clean up on aisle 3 and we are on our way to the beach. Bloody Monday taken care of.