I'm about to tell you a story that at first glance appears to have nothing to do with fibromyalgia. Once I've told my tale, you'll know why it does. Until last week I'd never heard the word "epistaxis." It's a fancy way of saying "nosebleed." I hadn't had one since childhood. Then last week my nose began to bleed and it took an hour of nose pinching before it stopped. However, it began again that night while I was sleeping. I awoke choking, with pajamas and pillowcase soaked in blood. Again, it took an hour to stop. Soon after getting up in the morning a third episode started. Determined to put an end to this nonsense, I took myself to my local urgent care facility. Of course, by then, the bleeding had stopped. The physician's assistant who peered into my nose with an otoscope declared there was no problem there except for dryness. He suggested applying a light coating of Vaseline with a Q-tip to the inside of both nostrils. Feeling quite foolish, I went home and felt fine. Three days later it began again. After three hours, it was still going strong. I drove myself and my cotton-filled nostrils to the emergency room. A head and neck surgeon was called and a nasal endoscope was used to investigate why all of this blood was still dripping down the back of my throat six hours after it had begun. When I was unable to tolerate the pain of the scope in my second nostril, general anesthesia was offered as an alternative. I took it. At 6 p.m., a large portion of my right inner nasal cavity was cauterized and filled with self-dissolving packing. I awoke in the recovery room in considerable pain which was quickly resolved by three injections of a powerful pain reliever (the only one that does not cause me nausea). I left the hospital nine hours after I'd arrived.