Uncontrolled drip
Some days don’t go as scheduled. Detours. Roads less travelled. When I climbed out of bed this morning, I could not have forecast the way my evening would go. Even when there was a warning sign.
I had an early morning nosebleed. Minor, controlled quickly, no delay resulting. Other than the clumsiness of trying to make a sandwich with one hand. And my work day was one with certain successes and not much else to make it noteworthy. Today we have a birthday to celebrate, so I sent son #3 off to fetch the fixings and prepared to prepare supper.
Right about the time my chicken went into the oven, I felt the first drops of another bleedout. This time, I didn’t get things under control, and after two hours I was loaded into an ambulance for a ride across town. Note that I was wide awake, ready to answer all the diagnostic demands, but the constant drip remained constant. Not good, not normal.
Two more hours in emergency, where a team of really young people (there’s something I’m not catching here) took care of probing, swabbing, clipping and finally forcing a strange balloon-like affair up one nostril for inflation. The new “mile of gauze” from my youth. I went through the highs and lows of any blood pressure related evening: hot spells, cold spells, dizziness, pain from that balloon thingie. And finally, with the dripping reduced to “almost no flow”, I went home.
I’ll be back there tomorrow evening; worse, I’ll probably never know exactly what started the whole thing running.
