Wednesday, February 23, 2005


House of Blood

When Porter crawled into our bed in the middle of the night, I thought nothing of it since that is a common occurence. But when I heard him whimpering, I knew something else was up. When I looked at him closely, he was covered in blood like some refugee from a horror movie. At some point during the night he'd gotten a nosebleed and I guess he didn't know what to do. His entire face, hands, arms and chest were covered in dried blood, not to mention the sheets in our bed and the pillow case and sheets in his bed were similarly gruesome. It took quite a long time to wash it all off of him and there's still a little bit left in his hair. He now seems a little scared of the bed itself and we've been downstairs watching Sesame Street since 4:30 a.m. Sarah, who's got essentially the same flu, says her nose is raw so it's no wonder he got a bloody nose.

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