Embarrassment is just so embarrassing. Not only did you say the wrong thing, wear the wrong thing, or do the wrong thing – at the wrong time, but now your face is all red, and everyone knows, that you know, that you did something a little bit wrong. Hiding in the shadows feels like a good idea at that point. Don’t worry. Embarrassment won’t kill you. The people who never feel embarrassment and so boldly march around doing as they please … most of polite society thinks they’re rude. Thus, your red ears and flaming cheeks are nothing more than a sort of apology.
There Is A First Time For Everything
I was 9 years old, on my first flight to Hong Kong with my mom, brother, and sister. At cruising altitude, my nose started bleeding. This happened a lot when I was a kid, so I wasn’t worried. I just pinched my nose and tried to wait it out, but it wouldn’t stop. After a sizable pile of bloody tissues had accumulated beside me, a flight attendant came over and said, “I know how to handle this. My son has the same problem.”
I remember that her nails were sharp. Maybe she kept them that way for moments like these. She went in and grabbed my neck, squeezing it, saying, “You just have to block the blood flow.” I’m sure the blood flow would’ve been blocked eventually, but the air flow went first. I started gagging and blood spurted out of my nose. Then I felt it reroute, down to my throat and out of my mouth. She backed off, my blood was now all over her hands.
Everyone was looking at me, scared, because I was choking and looking like a horror story. Another attendant started announcing in a frantic voice, “Is there a doctor on board?” A doctor appeared and said I needed to do what I was originally doing. I simply needed to lie down and rest. Modern advice now tells us that during a nosebleed, you should NOT tilt your head back, as the blood can go down into your lungs.
Back then, they didn’t know any better and moved me up to first class so I could lie down and drown in my own blood (yay??) My brother and sister were moved up to first class too, so they totally owe me one! In order to stop up the blood flow without me having to hold my arm up to pinch my nose, a flight attendant shaved down a tampon and stuck it up my nostril. I remember hearing the ladies laughing, “it’s her first tampon!” I knew what tampons were for and I didn’t like having one up my nose. When we landed in Hong Kong, they announced for everyone to wait in their seats. A passenger needing medical attention needed to deplane first. They put me in a wheelchair and wheeled me down the aisle, delightfully past rows and rows of curious onlookers. Everyone got a nice view of a bloodstained girl with tampon up her nose, which had been in there way longer than 6 hours and probably should’ve been removed. Did no one worry about toxic shock syndrome in those days? How did I survive childhood?!
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Eat Your Emotions: Embarrassment - Soft Lemon Sugar CookiesPrint This
- 113g (1 stick or 8 Tbsp) butter, room temperature
- 180g (1 scant cup) sugar
- 3g (1/2 tsp) salt
- zest of 1 lemon
- 1 egg, room temperature
- 30g (2 Tbsp) lemon juice
- 200g (1 3/4 cup) all purpose flour
- preheat oven to 350 F.
- prepare cookie sheet by lining with parchment paper or silicon mat.
- cream the butter, sugar, salt, and zest together until light and airy.
- mix in the egg and lemon juice until completely homogenous.
- add in the flour until combined, but do not over mix.
- scoop cookie dough and evenly space on pan, leaving ample space in-between.
- bake 10 minutes, then rotate pan. bake about 4 minutes more or until lightly golden.