Wednesday, September 21, 2011
"No sirens or lights please"
If I had a picture of what I looked right now, it would not be pretty. Last Thursday I had surgery to repair a "deviated septum". There's a fancy name for that surgery, but I can't remember what it is. Fast forward to today...Tuesday.....feeling better, doing laundry, manage a shower, and then.....Blood, lots of it. Draining from my nose like a faucet. Sadie comes in, gets me a wash cloth that is saturated in 30 seconds. Ugh. "Don't pass out", I tell myself. My brave teenager says she's calling 911. I tell her to tell them, "no sirens or lights please." Nice paramedics come in, assess, take me for a drive in their ambulance. Nice doctor, nice nurses...and now, here I am home again. Praying that it doesn't start again, and trying not to move too much. Ugh! Can I just say that again? I guess I'm a bleeder. Good natured, soft spoken Dr. G wants to see me again tomorrow. It's midnight and I can't sleep, so here's my (quarterly?) check-in with my blog, to be continued....
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