TdC
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earlier this evening something new and interesting happened to me, and by new I mean frightening, and by interesting I mean caused me to freak out.
I was going to go and see my mum, because I hadn't for a while, and also because I am picking up my new car tomorrow and she keeps the second set of keys to my old one in her house. Having sat about the house working all day, I decided to have a shower. All such showering things proceeded as per what you'd expect, until I was toweling off. I tend to towel by doing the front of me first, from head to toe, and then the back of me, from toe to head. Not that you need to know this, but that's how I do it.
Done with the toweling, I was reaching for my deodorant when I realized that my right foot felt odd. I looked down, and was shocked to see that I was standing in a pretty large puddle of blood, and that blood was literally spraying out of my leg. Assessing this situation (as you do, ahem) the first thing I thought was that somehow...somehow I had managed to cut myself with my towel. Then it dawned on me that I knew what was about: a few days earlier, I'd managed to get an itchy mosquito bite on my lower right leg. I'd been consciously and unconsciously scratching at it -I'm one of those people- until I'd broken the skin and it had bled a little. Now for the other thing. This itchy mozzie bite was right next to a little varicose vein, of which I am genetically predisposed to have (thanks Mom and Dad!) like grey hair, and not being 6 foot tall. Anyway, the hot shower, and vigorous toweling had caused the scab to be removed from my leg, and evidently the vein was bleeding.
Realizing why did not solve my problem however. I grabbed the nearest towel and wrapped it tightly around my leg, pressing with my hand on the spot where the blood was coming out. This towel more or less instantly soaked through with blood, and that caused me to go for a quick look at what I was dealing with. So I did, and was a bit scared to see that it wasn't a spray, it was a jet...a JET ffs...of blood squirting out of my leg at right angles to standing upright. Holy shit! So, I hobbled across the hall in my house from my bathroom to my toilet, and sitting on the trusty seat lifted my leg high while applying pressure to the spot where I was, erm, leaking, and with my free hand grabbed a roll of toilet paper and ripped off a large wad of it and applied it to my leg, keeping a firm pressure on.
I did this because I felt it was a decent enough idea, as TP is both absorbent and also I would be able to judge how I was doing through it's discoloration, and replacing the scrunched up, blood soaked handful would be relatively as easy as flushing and grabbing. Ahem. So with this in mind I went though a couple of bunched up wads of TP hoping all the while that my blood would hurry up and calk the hole in my body. Still, after wad number five, soaked in blood and replaced by wad number six was washed down the loo, and I had been bleeding like this for a good 15 minutes, I decided that since the red stuff was still gushing forth, literally I kid you not, I wasn't going to have any more of it and I got off the throne and hobbled into my living room to get my phone. And dialed 112 for an ambulance, because by this time I was scared enough to want one, and my toilet and bathroom looked like a scene from Dexter with puddles, drops and sprays of blood everywhere.
interlude
while I was waiting to be connected to the 112 people, I realized that I was stark naked, having emerged from the shower not 20 minutes before. So, phone in one hand, other hand holding a blood soaked wad of TP to my leg, I hobbled into my bedroom and tried to pull on a pair of traccy bottoms, with like, my teeth, because I am me, and it was impossible to wait for the ambulance people to -presumably- arrive, and / or have a conversation with someone while being nekkid!
end interlude
So, with the nice local ambulance lady on the phone, given my address and everything, I venture one last look at the spot to update her re my current situation and......no more blood! Not even a trickle! And not even a minute before it had been coming out with such force that it had hit the wall of my toilet from about floor height on my leg! So, this cool lady calmed me down, and instructed me to do some things and take it easy after that, and threatened me with death if I would fail to call her if anything else happened.
And then my mum called me, and told me off for being late. And then I had to mop up all the blood because she was driving over at 200KM/H to make sure I was ok. And then she told me off because the living room was messy.
So thus ends my adventure. I've been told off by my mum, I've had to mop and clean most of my house and I've lost a good half pint of blood (conservative estimation as spilled blood always looks like more than it is). (yes, I am going to my GP to have it looked at.)
fin!
I was going to go and see my mum, because I hadn't for a while, and also because I am picking up my new car tomorrow and she keeps the second set of keys to my old one in her house. Having sat about the house working all day, I decided to have a shower. All such showering things proceeded as per what you'd expect, until I was toweling off. I tend to towel by doing the front of me first, from head to toe, and then the back of me, from toe to head. Not that you need to know this, but that's how I do it.
Done with the toweling, I was reaching for my deodorant when I realized that my right foot felt odd. I looked down, and was shocked to see that I was standing in a pretty large puddle of blood, and that blood was literally spraying out of my leg. Assessing this situation (as you do, ahem) the first thing I thought was that somehow...somehow I had managed to cut myself with my towel. Then it dawned on me that I knew what was about: a few days earlier, I'd managed to get an itchy mosquito bite on my lower right leg. I'd been consciously and unconsciously scratching at it -I'm one of those people- until I'd broken the skin and it had bled a little. Now for the other thing. This itchy mozzie bite was right next to a little varicose vein, of which I am genetically predisposed to have (thanks Mom and Dad!) like grey hair, and not being 6 foot tall. Anyway, the hot shower, and vigorous toweling had caused the scab to be removed from my leg, and evidently the vein was bleeding.
Realizing why did not solve my problem however. I grabbed the nearest towel and wrapped it tightly around my leg, pressing with my hand on the spot where the blood was coming out. This towel more or less instantly soaked through with blood, and that caused me to go for a quick look at what I was dealing with. So I did, and was a bit scared to see that it wasn't a spray, it was a jet...a JET ffs...of blood squirting out of my leg at right angles to standing upright. Holy shit! So, I hobbled across the hall in my house from my bathroom to my toilet, and sitting on the trusty seat lifted my leg high while applying pressure to the spot where I was, erm, leaking, and with my free hand grabbed a roll of toilet paper and ripped off a large wad of it and applied it to my leg, keeping a firm pressure on.
I did this because I felt it was a decent enough idea, as TP is both absorbent and also I would be able to judge how I was doing through it's discoloration, and replacing the scrunched up, blood soaked handful would be relatively as easy as flushing and grabbing. Ahem. So with this in mind I went though a couple of bunched up wads of TP hoping all the while that my blood would hurry up and calk the hole in my body. Still, after wad number five, soaked in blood and replaced by wad number six was washed down the loo, and I had been bleeding like this for a good 15 minutes, I decided that since the red stuff was still gushing forth, literally I kid you not, I wasn't going to have any more of it and I got off the throne and hobbled into my living room to get my phone. And dialed 112 for an ambulance, because by this time I was scared enough to want one, and my toilet and bathroom looked like a scene from Dexter with puddles, drops and sprays of blood everywhere.
interlude
while I was waiting to be connected to the 112 people, I realized that I was stark naked, having emerged from the shower not 20 minutes before. So, phone in one hand, other hand holding a blood soaked wad of TP to my leg, I hobbled into my bedroom and tried to pull on a pair of traccy bottoms, with like, my teeth, because I am me, and it was impossible to wait for the ambulance people to -presumably- arrive, and / or have a conversation with someone while being nekkid!
end interlude
So, with the nice local ambulance lady on the phone, given my address and everything, I venture one last look at the spot to update her re my current situation and......no more blood! Not even a trickle! And not even a minute before it had been coming out with such force that it had hit the wall of my toilet from about floor height on my leg! So, this cool lady calmed me down, and instructed me to do some things and take it easy after that, and threatened me with death if I would fail to call her if anything else happened.
And then my mum called me, and told me off for being late. And then I had to mop up all the blood because she was driving over at 200KM/H to make sure I was ok. And then she told me off because the living room was messy.
So thus ends my adventure. I've been told off by my mum, I've had to mop and clean most of my house and I've lost a good half pint of blood (conservative estimation as spilled blood always looks like more than it is). (yes, I am going to my GP to have it looked at.)
fin!
