by laurie53 » Thu Sep 20, 2018 8:24 pm
Some yeast ago, before I retired, I brushed past a table on my way back from lunch and felt my trousers gently catch on something.
A few minutes later I felt something wet and found my truser leg and shoe soaked in blood.
Finding somewhere private to drop my trousers I found a small, minuscule, puncture wound in my thigh, and after ten minutes or so I still could stop the bleeding.
I was in the service so went to the medical centre to get it sorted. Miss Bloody Minded was on reception an directed me to wait.
After some twenty minutes, with a big pool of blood round my feet I waited until a medical officer was stood at her desk and said, quite loudly, "If everybody's too busy give me a roll of plaster and I'll treat myself, but I'm not going to mop up tje blood."
Shocked reactions and she said "I didn't resize you were still haemorrhaging."
I was Senior NCO of some twenty years seniority (and considered to be a bit crusty!) and I said, "As a health professional tell me which part of 'I cannot stop the bleeding' do you find it difficult to understand?".
Instant attention!
However, relevance of my story. When the nurse had got me on the table and cleaned up there was no sign of any bleeding, and she had to use a glass to find the wound!
How embarrass. Not even the need of a plaster! Luckily she could see that I had been bleeding badly and said I ha done the right thing.