For as long as I can remember I have gotten nosebleeds. I can remember going up to the nurses office in elementary school and them having me hold my head back to try and stop the bleeding. I can remember that horrible taste of blood, that metallic taste, from having to hold my head back. Yuck! I can remember going out with some friends (one of whom I had just started dating) a few years ago, and while sitting there drinking all the sudden my nose started bleeding. He freaked out. He couldn't believe that one minute I was fine and the next I had blood gushing from my nose. About 2 years ago, Josh and I had walked over the neighboring 7-11 and on our way home, you guessed it, my nose started bleeding. And then today. I got in the shower and got my hair wet. And I really hate for my face to be dripping with water, so when I felt water on my nose, I went to wipe my face on my towel, and it wasn't water. It was blood. I don't do anything to make it happen. It just happens. No nose blowing, no nose picking. Just bleeding. Blech!