I friggin' hate nosebleed attacks...

OK.

So, I was just chillin' in Sacrament meeting today while the final speaker was...well speaking and I had my head down because I had a headache, right? So, I look up and I notice blood running down my dang leg. Mainly I just feel puzzled and then I start to freak out when I realize there's blood allllllll over my hand. I then proceed to show my mother my hand. She silently panics and dives into her overkill of a purse and digs out some tissues. She hands one to me and then yanks me out of scarment meeting (might i add we were in the front row?) and takes me to the bathroom. Now, I am known as "Nosebleed seage". I hate nosebleeds.

Anywho, what be up?