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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Giving blood
I was giving blood for the first time, as they'd set up a mobile bloodbank for a couple of days in my school's town. The routine they had was do a quick finger-prick to check the blood is ok, and then take a pint (or is it half a pint?).
Anyway, I turned up after afternoon lessons, they pricked my finger, and the test showed that it was very low iron. So they took a proper blood-test to get analysed at a lab. Then, to keep the queue moving, they lobbed me on the bed, impaled me with a hollow rusty spear (well, it's what it felt like), sucked me dry and then informed me they'd run out of biscuits.
I woke up the following morning to find a large patch of bloodstain in my bed. Looked at the inside of my elbow, where they'd punctured me, and nearly fainted: there was a huge purple-black bruise there, still leaking. I went to my matron, but in typical school-nurse fashion she just put a plaster on it and told me to bugger off to lessons. The damn thing didn't get better for days, and then I got a letter from the blood people saying that my tests showed I was very anaemic, and that they'd had to reject my blood in the end. Arse.
( , Thu 7 Aug 2008, 16:37, 1 reply)
I was giving blood for the first time, as they'd set up a mobile bloodbank for a couple of days in my school's town. The routine they had was do a quick finger-prick to check the blood is ok, and then take a pint (or is it half a pint?).
Anyway, I turned up after afternoon lessons, they pricked my finger, and the test showed that it was very low iron. So they took a proper blood-test to get analysed at a lab. Then, to keep the queue moving, they lobbed me on the bed, impaled me with a hollow rusty spear (well, it's what it felt like), sucked me dry and then informed me they'd run out of biscuits.
I woke up the following morning to find a large patch of bloodstain in my bed. Looked at the inside of my elbow, where they'd punctured me, and nearly fainted: there was a huge purple-black bruise there, still leaking. I went to my matron, but in typical school-nurse fashion she just put a plaster on it and told me to bugger off to lessons. The damn thing didn't get better for days, and then I got a letter from the blood people saying that my tests showed I was very anaemic, and that they'd had to reject my blood in the end. Arse.
( , Thu 7 Aug 2008, 16:37, 1 reply)
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