That's not my bleeding nipple. Although I know how that feels.
IT was less of the first, more of the second, and none of the third.
That roughly described my situation a few weeks ago, moments after I finished my Sunday run at the Philippines’ most popular academic oval.
This was because both my nipples had bled, a condition I would later discover as—thanks to Wikipedia (and yes, I’ll make that donation soon, Jim)—nipple rupture. [See: Nipple rupture]