I have a nosebleed.

It's my right nostril.

It's a miracle I'm still alive.

I have a sheet of tissue paper stuck up my nose, to staunch the flow.

I've got a nosebleed.

My sympathy is with you at this time of trial.

The beginning scene in an episode of Six Feet Under, where a woman who previously had nothing wrong with her suddenly drops dead within seconds of her nose starting to pour like a fountain of blood, is one of my worst fears.

I had a nosebleed, last night, just as I was about to go to bed.

I had to delay going to bed, while I waited for it to stop.

Looking back at the thread, I've had three nosebleeds since it was launched. One was in an October. The second was in a September and this one was in November.

I wonder if there's any significance in them all happening at the same kind of time of year?

I think it likely means you’re going to die from a nosebleed in either September, October, or November, in an unknown year.