A bloomin bloody mess

Unless you have been living under a rock, you wouldn’t be too shocked if you were to bump into hundreds of Northern Irish folk who sort of resemble drumstick squashies. The weather is truly glorious, or as it’s natively known “taps aff!” 

For my friends across the water that phrase may mislead you. Please, if you need to use your running tap water go right ahead! What we’re merely implying is that (somehow) it is socially acceptable to walk about with your top off going about your daily business. 

#SPFsaveslives

There is an overwhelming sense of joy spanning this tiny country, forgetting the small inconvenience of a hosepipe ban, the sun is splitting the trees. 

However, along with the obvious positives there is one giant negative that affects those who, lets face it, wouldn’t go in to a battle against the great outdoors unarmed with antihistamine! 

That’s right us Hayfever sufferers endlessly argue with ourselves every morning as to whether the insta pic is worth the sneezing, wheezing and constant eye scratching! 

I’m not writing this to complain about Hayfever specifically, bc don’t even get me started! I am, however, going to discuss the utter drama that failed to leave me when Adam and I decided to enjoy the sunshine, brave the Hayfever and head off the Newcastle for a little day trip. 

I had the most wonderful day, we went to the beach and had a picnic whilst partaking in our favourite pastime...people watching. We drove to Silent Valley and then walked around soaking up the view and the rays! 

Just as we were heading back to the car my sneezing was getting uncontrollable and poor Adam was tortured, dying for the relief to just squeeze out one sneeze! 

When we got back to the car, my nose had a meltdown and could no longer take the constant battering and gave up. This resulted in a nosebleed. Blood was pouring out of my nose, I was struggling to keep up the pace when changing tissues and it lasted for around twenty minutes.

All this for a nosebleed I hear you ask, well no not exactly. This was my first of 5 over the three day weekend, each one as bad as the other. 

Just as I wake up...nosebleed. About to tuck into my second toasted marshmallow...nosebleed. Ready to drift off to sleep...nosebleed. Finally, after just expressing my concerns about not wanting to have a nosebleed in church, you guessed it...nosebleed! 

This, however, was the last straw! My hands, tissues and topshop jeans were quickly engulfed in a deep shade of red and Adam had had enough. 

Off we popped to A&E on a beautiful sunny Sunday morning.

Yup that’s right A&E! This is the first time I’d ever been in a hospital for my own grievances since I was birthed. I’ll spare the details but pretty much an hour past and my nose was cauterised, Adam watched the whole thing as my eyes were streaming from uncomfortableness which he seemed to think was rather funny! 

What a nightmare; who new that Hayfever can land you in A&E. Moral of the story is keep your nose lubricated this summer🤦🏻‍♀️ 

Why is it always me? 

Quite frankly, I’m surprised I have any blood left. 

xo