I’m present but way off schedule. About the time I was ready to schedule last night, my nose began bleeding; it didn’t stop until sometime after three-thirty this morning.

So being off schedule, I decided to do an off-schedule thing. I went to Walmart. Not for groceries; I do those at Aldi’s. I did get a roast at Walmart. I’ll roast it tomorrow in the conventional over because tomorrow is bringing in another storm, they tell me.

If you remember, I had a nosebleed that put me into the hospi… Oh, you’re too busy to listen about my noseb…

I love going out. I meet the sweetest people in the world. Today Siera, a teen nose pierced type, was such a doll. When she saw that I had not refilled a water bottle I had with me. she quickly grabbed the bottle and took off to do it for me. While she was doing that, her mother loaded the sacks off the rack and into my basket. I could see who taught her to be helpful. I told her I would give special mention to her for her kindness.

The last bad nosebleed was on my birthday, Jan. 24. I have told you about that… Oh, yes, I remember. You are too busy to listen to……

The second nice lady was named Linda. She was coming in through the exit door. She started to take my basket to load my car for me. Wasn’t that sweet! I remind you it was cold! A Walmart employee came to do it for me.

My husband unloaded it when I got home. He is sweet, too. Well, not so sweet as to stay up with me when my nose was …..

I have an album in the cloud called Oneta’s Story. Yesterday I was tweaking it a bit and I discovered I had not mentioned my doctorate. Now I have to remedy that! It might knock the socks off my grandchildren someday when they get curious about me and look at Oneta’s Story. So I’ve gathered up the proof – manuscript, pictures, graduation, commencement agenda, even the signed degree. They might say “I suspected Grandma Neta had common sense, but I didn’t know she was smart.”

An excerpt about Moses from that manuscript called TO KNOW HIS HAME was what would have been published at seven o’clock this morning if I had not had a nosebleed.

That nosebleed was so weird. I was bleeding through the left nostril instead of the right nostril which…..Oh, sorry, I guess you have to go.

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. Frank Hubeny says:

    May your nosebleeds be healed. But think of all the people who stopped by to help.

  2. oneta hayes says:

    The nosebleeds are evidence some things are going like they are supposed to go. Price of a metal aorta valve. I’m thankful. At least we can adjust as necessary. I loved going out today! You are kind, Frank. Prayers are answered but most of the time the prayer has to be prayed! The Linda I mentioned above, said she would pray for me. Who knows? Maybe those are just the extra prayers I need, to allow me to get out of the house again.

  3. Priti says:

    Hope now you are doing well! But you are very strong you took all very easily and had written such a beautiful article 👌👌

  4. capost2k says:

    No, none of us are too busy to hear about your nosebleeds! Regale us, Dr. Hayes!! 😉 Just make it more interesting than a PhD thesis. (My PhD wife says she is the kind of doctor that doesn’t help anyone. 😂)
    My nosebleeds led to an interesting homeopathic treatment.
    When nose bleeds were slowing down some work with a Chinese friend, his wife suggested “Pig’s Nose Soup” like her mother used to make in Hong Kong. Always suspicious of Chinese meds, I went along with it because it smelled okay and just tasted like a pork broth.
    She cooked up a literal pig’s snout (from a Chinese butcher) with some dried lotus blossoms into a soup. After drinking it that night, I slept as I had been, on my left side (my right was the bleeder), but in the morning rolled over to check… and the nose was not bleeding. Kept eating the soup while we were with these friends in Canada, and NO nose bleeds!!!
    Getting a pig’s snout has been a little more difficult in Kentucky, but once I was able to get one, and it worked again. My doctor was suspicious, too, but noted it in my charted medical history. 😄

    • oneta hayes says:

      Love your Pig Snout story, but I’m not out looking for pig’s snouts. It is not that I don’t swallow your story, it’s just cold outside – I’ll do it another day. 😀 Your wife and I have a Degree in common. It is a “applied research project” rather than the regular unread manuscripts lining the halls of intellectual elitism! But it was an approved thesis requirement. I applied it to “be a study for new Christians and other folks of Junior High age. Got by again. You don’t write way above the heads of teens! It is really quite appropriate for bloggers, also. At least the kind of bloggers that like my baloney (not pig snouts). But hey, without the degree I would not have got my last paying job. They were impressed that a 70 year old was still able to learn and teach. 😀 And they didn’t have to pay me as much because I had retirement to subsist on.

  5. hatrack4 says:

    I am glad that the nosebleed is in the past, unless there has been another, but I will pray anyway. And you are blessed to find sweet people at Walmart. My flight arrived after midnight and I needed a few things at Walmart on the way home. I was behind a crazy lady who used five different methods of paying, complained about everything, and then before the cashier scanned my three or four items, she followed the crazy person out of the store to ensure she really left. Some may be sweet, but some are crazy.

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