A friend told me this story recently and I was in stitches from laughing so hard.
A bunch of years back he decides to take some LSD on a Saturday night. Now he is an experienced tripper, but this trip turned out to be quite an experience.
About an hour in, just as everything is starting to hum, a huge gush of blood erupts from his nose. Not a little drip, drip, drip, but a cup of blood drops out of his nostril onto his lap. Freaky at the best of times, but especially freaky at this juncture. He determines that he is not in fact hallucinating. And it won’t stop. This is the nose bleed from hell, and it comes at the worst possible time. It keeps bleeding – a lot. He is really getting freaked out now. He is by himself, so he calls a friend to come and drive him to the hospital. After an interminable wait in a brightly lit hospital waiting room with beat up drunks, fussy toddlers, and whiny hypochondriacs desperate for attention, with a nose that keeps on fountaining blood, all while tripping out of his noodle, a doctor finally sees him. Turns out he had a huge polyp in his nasal passage that ruptured. He got fixed up and went home to wait out the rest of his trip.
“Yeah...I love tripping and all....but that trip really sucked.”