Normally, I post early in the morning and throughout the day I comment on friends’ posts as they come in. Today I’ve been absent until now because I woke up this morning with my nose pouring blood like a faucet. Nose bleeds are usually no big deal; pinching them and putting some ice over the bridge of your nose will get them to stop after a couple of minutes. Not this one! When I pinched my nose, the blood merely diverted down my throat. I’ve probably had about a liter of blood to drink today when all was said and done.
I wish I was this sexy
I was really starting to panic when I couldn’t get it to stop after two hours. I remember thinking “so if you got a bloody nose 200 years ago… did you just die?” because it would not stop no matter what I tried. Eventually, I asked my mother to take me to the nearest Urgent Care center and the doctor there stuffed a tampon so far up my nose that it went behind my eye. Let me tell you, it was the most excruciating pain I’ve felt in a very long time and it did nothing. I think the reason that it didn’t work is it was way too high. The bleed was closer to the end of my nose, I found out later.
So that doctor sent me to the hospital because he didn’t have any other tools with which to help me. He wanted to cauterize the bleed but it was bleeding so badly he couldn’t see where it was coming from. By this point, there was a clot hanging down the back of my throat causing me great distress, choking me every time I swallowed.
When we got to the hospital the nurse thankfully pulled the tampon (it’s not an actual tampon but it’s the same design) out of my nose which hurt but afterward all of the pressure was gone and I felt much better. Then she had me hack out the blood clot which was the size of my fist! I almost threw up when it was coming out, it was so large. She stuffed some gauze soaked in lidocaine up my nose for about ten minutes and then checked and the bleeding had slowed big time. She packed it once more and, after checking that it wasn’t bleeding through, sent me home.
I slept most of the afternoon. We got home around 1:00pm and it’s not 6:00. I didn’t take my medication today because of all this so my brain has that electric-zap feeling you get when you’re withdrawing from SSRIs. But all in all I feel better, a little weak from the blood loss and I’m famished but I’ll eat in a moment. Not the way I wanted to spend my Saturday but at least it’s over. I have to take the gauze out in a couple of hours and I’m praying it doesn’t bleed again when I do that because I’ll have to go back to the hospital. I don’t see any blood on the gauze though and it’s definitely not going down my throat.
So… I’m alive. Haha. I’ll be catching up on all your blogs while I eat.