So I had an interesting night. Thought I'd share since I managed to find the humor in it.
Saw a worrying amount of blood in my stool earlier this morning, waited it out but when it kept happening throughout the day I decided I had to go to the ER.
So I did, it was fine, my blood tests were a little off but nothing huge, scheduled a FOURTH gastroscopy this year because she wanted to make sure once again that it's not some kind of ulceration. It all went smoothly.
(If you're squeamish about blood, don't read the rest of this)
Anyways, I'm there for a few hours but they release me, take the needle out of my arm, and I go to the bathroom before the drive home.
While on the toilet I feel that my arm feels strangely warm in my jacket so I stick my hand up the sleeve to feel. And find that blood is practically shooting out of my arm. I get tangled up in my jacket trying to get it off to apply pressure, and I'm starting to feel faint at this point. Not to mention I'm in a locked bathroom. Finally get the jacket off, apply pressure, but still feel faint so I hop to the door to open it, still bleeding profusely, it's just pouring down my arm.
My pants are at my ankles, when I shout for a nurse and try to kind of bend over awkwardly so as to not flash my booty to the entire waiting room.
The nurse looked at me like I was a crazy person until she noticed my blood-soaked shirt and pants. When I notice someone is actually on their way I let go of my arm for half a second so I could pull my pants up. Blood shot out over the entire door.
...That bathroom looked like a crime scene. And if I wasn't anemic before I sure as hell am now. I can't stop laughing about it, so stupid and so bad all around.
Saw a worrying amount of blood in my stool earlier this morning, waited it out but when it kept happening throughout the day I decided I had to go to the ER.
So I did, it was fine, my blood tests were a little off but nothing huge, scheduled a FOURTH gastroscopy this year because she wanted to make sure once again that it's not some kind of ulceration. It all went smoothly.
(If you're squeamish about blood, don't read the rest of this)
Anyways, I'm there for a few hours but they release me, take the needle out of my arm, and I go to the bathroom before the drive home.
While on the toilet I feel that my arm feels strangely warm in my jacket so I stick my hand up the sleeve to feel. And find that blood is practically shooting out of my arm. I get tangled up in my jacket trying to get it off to apply pressure, and I'm starting to feel faint at this point. Not to mention I'm in a locked bathroom. Finally get the jacket off, apply pressure, but still feel faint so I hop to the door to open it, still bleeding profusely, it's just pouring down my arm.
My pants are at my ankles, when I shout for a nurse and try to kind of bend over awkwardly so as to not flash my booty to the entire waiting room.
The nurse looked at me like I was a crazy person until she noticed my blood-soaked shirt and pants. When I notice someone is actually on their way I let go of my arm for half a second so I could pull my pants up. Blood shot out over the entire door.
...That bathroom looked like a crime scene. And if I wasn't anemic before I sure as hell am now. I can't stop laughing about it, so stupid and so bad all around.