Blood
Like a scene from The Exorcist, I once spewed a stomach-full of blood all over a charming nurse as I came round after a major dental operation. Tell us your tales of red, red horror.
( , Thu 7 Aug 2008, 14:39)
Like a scene from The Exorcist, I once spewed a stomach-full of blood all over a charming nurse as I came round after a major dental operation. Tell us your tales of red, red horror.
( , Thu 7 Aug 2008, 14:39)
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Time for a quick pearoast, if I may.
I used to bleed an awful lot for somebody who never had a uterus, so I suspect some other entertaining ones will come to me eventually. In the meantime, this one's from the 'Phobias' qotw.
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I've always been okay with injections. I don't mind people putting stuff into my veins. It's when they're taking blood that I go weak at the knees for some reason.
A couple of years ago, following concerns about a rather irregular and inexplicable weight loss, I booked in for a blood test. It doesn't help that you've got to fast for 12 hours so they can get a cleaner sample.
So this very nice Eastern European nurse measured my blood pressure, put on a tourniquet and stuck that bloody great needle in my arm. I had been looking the other way since she put the tourniquet on, and I felt alright up until she put the little plaster on my elbow. Then I started to feel very faint.
"Okay," she said, "let's get you to the sick bay"
And so I staggered down the corridor to said sick bay, being led/supported by this nurse. To this day, I'm amazed how well she managed. I don't mean to sound patronising, but even after the weight loss I was a 12st, 6'2" dead weight that this very slight 5'4" woman had to prevent from toppling over.
So I got there, and lay on this bed while she took my new blood pressure. I didn't catch the numbers, but the worried "oh..." she let out as she compared the before and after didn't bode well. Still, she then decided I needed plenty of sugar so I spent the morning being given a shovel-load of tea and biscuits, all on the NHS. At least they're good for something.
The irony? A couple of years later, I was sharing a flat with a medical student who needed blood samples for her research project. I let her take my blood in our living room. Clearly, I never learn.
Apologies for length. At least it won't get any longer with my blood pressure that low.
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( , Thu 7 Aug 2008, 14:58, 1 reply)
I used to bleed an awful lot for somebody who never had a uterus, so I suspect some other entertaining ones will come to me eventually. In the meantime, this one's from the 'Phobias' qotw.
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I've always been okay with injections. I don't mind people putting stuff into my veins. It's when they're taking blood that I go weak at the knees for some reason.
A couple of years ago, following concerns about a rather irregular and inexplicable weight loss, I booked in for a blood test. It doesn't help that you've got to fast for 12 hours so they can get a cleaner sample.
So this very nice Eastern European nurse measured my blood pressure, put on a tourniquet and stuck that bloody great needle in my arm. I had been looking the other way since she put the tourniquet on, and I felt alright up until she put the little plaster on my elbow. Then I started to feel very faint.
"Okay," she said, "let's get you to the sick bay"
And so I staggered down the corridor to said sick bay, being led/supported by this nurse. To this day, I'm amazed how well she managed. I don't mean to sound patronising, but even after the weight loss I was a 12st, 6'2" dead weight that this very slight 5'4" woman had to prevent from toppling over.
So I got there, and lay on this bed while she took my new blood pressure. I didn't catch the numbers, but the worried "oh..." she let out as she compared the before and after didn't bode well. Still, she then decided I needed plenty of sugar so I spent the morning being given a shovel-load of tea and biscuits, all on the NHS. At least they're good for something.
The irony? A couple of years later, I was sharing a flat with a medical student who needed blood samples for her research project. I let her take my blood in our living room. Clearly, I never learn.
Apologies for length. At least it won't get any longer with my blood pressure that low.
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( , Thu 7 Aug 2008, 14:58, 1 reply)
I'd've dropped you.
It's policy at the hospital I work at that if anyone is going to fall over to just drop them. A little harsh, I must say...
( , Thu 7 Aug 2008, 15:21, closed)
It's policy at the hospital I work at that if anyone is going to fall over to just drop them. A little harsh, I must say...
( , Thu 7 Aug 2008, 15:21, closed)
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