I Lost Almost 3 Pints Of Blood This Week - Nearly Died - Just Out Of Hospital
LAWD MERCY what a week I had!
I just got released from the hospital yesterday. I'm at home now resting, and am so fucking bored that I'm on GFY. I can't do shit, I can't eat shit (except pudding and jello, fuck).
I started throwing up blood earlier this week. My partner rushed me to the hospital, where they stuck tubes down into my stomach and pumped out almost 2 more pints of it. They tagged me for a transfusion and rushed me to the operating room.
Turns out I had a tear at the base of my esophogus that they had to repair. No explination why it happened, I've never been sick my entire life except for the common cold, am not over weight, never smoked, don't drink too much etc. etc. They said it happens to about 4 out of every 100,000 males for no known reason. MAJOR DRAMAS!
Luckily, since I'm young (27), the doctors decided to wait and see if I'd recover fast enough on my own, and held back on the blood transfusion.
Having tubes down my nose, being on heart monitors, having blood drawn every 2 hours, having IVs, that's all not fun.
Just goes to show, you never know when you might find yourself in some fucked up life-or-death situation. They said the condition that I had has an almost 20% mortality rate.
They said there are no known cases of recurrance, and now that I'm all patched up, I just need to time regain my strength, and let things heal.
I had excellent care, incredible specialists, and my partner of almost 8 years, Brad, never left my side. He was my rock and was there with me the entire time in the ER, sat in the waiting room when I was in the operating room, and sat on a chair beside my bed day and night.
Having someone really does mean a lot, and helped to comfort me through the scariest experience of my life.
I'm sick of watching TV. God damn it.
I just got released from the hospital yesterday. I'm at home now resting, and am so fucking bored that I'm on GFY. I can't do shit, I can't eat shit (except pudding and jello, fuck).
I started throwing up blood earlier this week. My partner rushed me to the hospital, where they stuck tubes down into my stomach and pumped out almost 2 more pints of it. They tagged me for a transfusion and rushed me to the operating room.
Turns out I had a tear at the base of my esophogus that they had to repair. No explination why it happened, I've never been sick my entire life except for the common cold, am not over weight, never smoked, don't drink too much etc. etc. They said it happens to about 4 out of every 100,000 males for no known reason. MAJOR DRAMAS!
Luckily, since I'm young (27), the doctors decided to wait and see if I'd recover fast enough on my own, and held back on the blood transfusion.
Having tubes down my nose, being on heart monitors, having blood drawn every 2 hours, having IVs, that's all not fun.
Just goes to show, you never know when you might find yourself in some fucked up life-or-death situation. They said the condition that I had has an almost 20% mortality rate.
They said there are no known cases of recurrance, and now that I'm all patched up, I just need to time regain my strength, and let things heal.
I had excellent care, incredible specialists, and my partner of almost 8 years, Brad, never left my side. He was my rock and was there with me the entire time in the ER, sat in the waiting room when I was in the operating room, and sat on a chair beside my bed day and night.
Having someone really does mean a lot, and helped to comfort me through the scariest experience of my life.
I'm sick of watching TV. God damn it.
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