Bleeding Out

There are two needle pokes in this photo. One poke created the blood under the skin that traveled, this was for a blood draw. The other, located very near the bottom edge of the photo is where the IV needle was inserted. After being discharged, the nurse dude told me to keep pressure on the gauze that was over it for a few minutes.

Well, dummy me forgot that bit of information and bent over to pick up my bag of goodies I brought with me to the hospital in case I had to stay overnight or longer. Planning ahead. I was almost out the ER entrance when the nurse dude stopped me as I was dripping blood profusely from the IV insertion point. OM Gosh it was gross!

There was a trail of blood on the floor behind me and why the hell I didn’t notice this is beyond me. I got a new chunk of gauze to replace the totally blood soaked gauze. Nurse dude was sopping up my blood off the ER floor as I walked out. Being sick can be a bloody mess even if it’s not a surgery…


14 thoughts on “Bleeding Out

  1. As a dialysis patient with a dialysis fistula (vein attached surgically to an artery to give a nice volume of blood for dialysis…), I recently had a fistula on the opposite arm rupture. Before I finally found it in the bloody mess on my arm, I’d created a bloody mess in my bathroom and dining room that gave a perfect look of a murder scene! Since I’d just got out of the shower when it ruptured, I was naked, dripping wet, then blood covered when the rescue unit and police showed up. One of my better days. LOL!

    • Wow Doug, I’m sorry this happened. Not funny. Thanks for explaining what a fistula is. I’m so glad you are OK my friend! I was almost horrified to see so much blood draining out of my body. A virtual hug for ya.

      • Thanks! The amazing thing is, John, when you are in that situation, you know the thing you have to do is locate the pressure point that stops the blooding. Since my arm was slippery with blood that covered the point of bleeding, it took me a bit of time to do this, hence the murder scene! I didn’t feel panic so much as “Oh hell! This mess is going to be a bitch to clean up!” Worse, I knew I’d be hospitalized and the kitty boys would be left in this mess, probably track blood. I don’t think they did since the worst of it, in the bathroom on the floor, was cleaned up by a friend soon after I was hospitalized.

      • Stuff like that doesn’t bother me. I’ve had to have a lot of blood drawn and the vampires have made some nice bloody messes. I’m usually the person who stays calm in those bloody moments. One time when a nurse in training missed my port and sunk an 18 gauge, inch-long needle into my chest. I said, “You missed!” The supervising nurse said, “I thought it went in awful easily.” The poor nurse in training about fainted. I’m often asked to be a guinea pig, and I always comply. Sometines it’s bloody and painful.

        • You are much stronger than I in this, Timothy! Heck, I can’t watch my own blood going into tubes for a simple blood test! It makes me dizzy… 🤮

          • I’ve had to deal with series medical issues since I was a kid. I got used to all the blood, guts and pain that goes with health issues. You would not have been a good candidate for cleaning up after autopsies. In this small world, when I had to see a psychiatrist to determine I was of sound mind to have a stem cell transplant, the psychiatrist walked in the room and said “I remember you! We worked at the hospital together in the late 70s. You were one of the only guys who would clean the morgue after autopsies.”

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