<div class="FTQUOTE"><begin quote><i>Originally posted by: <b>Uli</b></i>
I remember one time when I was in Kenia at the beach in the evening, dancing after a very nice dinner. I went aside in the dark to the waterline and hoped that the blood would be washed away until morning...If not, some people might have wondered what happened<img src="">
Uli,45,Germany</end quote></div>
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LOL I can sooo relate!
I always worry about totally freaking people out (it's still a shocker for me!) The airplane episode was my worst. I wasn't feeling well and when I recognized the familiar "gurgle", I excused myself to the bathroom. After spending what seemed an eternity waiting in line to get in the BR, I spent quite awhile waiting for the worst of the bleed to be over. When I finally came out, I was hoping I didn't have blood on me or all of a sudden have an uncontrolled cough and no tissue....
...I could just imagine everyone on the plane turning and seeing such a mess, (SARS anyone?) mass panic ensuing leading to the pilot having to make an emergency landing to boot me off! Ha ha
The cough alone was bad enough. I felt sorry for the guy sitting next to me. I spent most of the 5 hour flight trying desparately not to cough at all. I was miserable and so glad to get home!