Here is my recall story for 2017:
Drip. Drip. Drip.
I placed my fingers beneath my nose and then stared at their tips. Blood. Bright red. Wet.
I shrugged my shoulders, not thinking much of it. I’d had a few nosebleeds before. A few drops here, a few drops there. No big deal. I got up to get a Kleenex.
Who had turned on the faucet? Who had turned the water to red?
I grabbed tissue after tissue only to soak the thin papers rendering them useless.
Yelling for my husband, he scurried to gather towels and rags.
Blood was everywhere! My heart raced. Thump, thump, thump. Why was this happening?
The dark crimson sluiced over the bathroom countertop and filled the sink. It dotted my clothing and smeared my face and hands. I could see nothing. Nothing but red.
My husband’s shaky voice was asking if he should call paramedics.
Yes. Please. Do something.
The bleeding wouldn’t cease. I didn’t know what to do. Panic mode was setting in.
As the paramedics arrived the blood began to halt its flow. I became aware of how I looked. Would they think I had been stabbed or shot? Beat up in a domestic dispute? Hopefully not.
They asked if I wanted to go to the hospital. No. No, I didn’t. I was too afraid something was wrong with me. I didn’t want to know.
Finally the blood stopped and medical personnel left. I stepped into the shower to cleanse my body and mind and then it began again. The nosebleed lasted for yet another hour.
I did not sleep well that night.
Six days later.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
My heart seized. More blood but it did not flow. My husband insisted I go to the hospital anyway.
Once we were inside the facility we waited and waited and waited some more. Finally, I had to go to the restroom. As soon as the door closed behind me, blood splattered to the floor!
It filled buckets and plastic containers. Nurses and doctors surrounded me. One doctor admitted that my panic, my erratic breathing and pale white face scared him. Yes, I was terrified! They thought I was having a heart attack.
Turns out, my platelet count had dipped low. I have a condition called Thrombocytopenia. No one knows the cause.
I was kept overnight for observation and told it could happen again at any time. Basically, I am a ticking time bomb waiting to explode!
Thankfully, I haven’t.