Life and death, anyone?

Well, it's official. My life sucks. You all know what's been happening lately with my ex, and my future loves and picking and all that... Well... This morning something ELSE went wrong. I'll start with my eyes opening this morning.

10:19 AM:

God, I am soooo going back to bed. Go pee, change tampon (TMI, I know)... Go back to bed until 2PM. I mean I did go to bed at 4AM. But first, since I can't really swallow my spit while I'm sleeping, I spit in my little designated spit thing and all I see is red. Not little fillets of red. Just RED. As in blood. Remember what the doctor told you, if you spit more than two mouthfulls, then you worry. Ok. that was one. Spits again. That was two. Still as red. Spits again. Red again. That's three. Which is more than two. MOMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!
What, what? I'm already half dressed. Mom get dressed. NOW. Why? Look at this. She looks and in about 2 minutes, she's dressed too. While she dressed, I send bimbo an email, out of desperation I think, I don't know why. Call a cab. It couldn't drive fast enough. I'm sitting in the back seat spitting blood away... Kinda gross. But a necessity. In total, I SPIT about a quarter cup of blood. Who's to say how much dripped down my throat while I was sleeping?

I get to Verdun Hospital's emergency room, it takes about 30 minutes for me to get through to triage, which is pretty good, I would say. She looks down my throat, it's not bleeding a lot anymore, so she puts me as a priority 4: Non-life threatening. Uh huh. I sit in the waiting room. I decide to go outside to make a quick call, but I can barely dial, and I'm called in to see the doctor. The doctor must of thought I was more than a priority 4, huh? Triage whore.

Anywho, the doctor is like me, a student, so she looks, and says, ok it's not actively bleeding anymore, which is a good thing, but the bad news is: If it bled like that before, it will probably start again. So, I'm going to go see my supervisor, see what she says and I'll be back. *she brings my blood that I spit in a cup and takes it with her to go show the REAL doctor*. Real doctor, who looks super mean, comes into the room with this god awful perfume, leans her very low-cut-shirted boobs in my face, looks in my throat, and says, Ok, I'm going to call Dr Ste-Marie who is also an ORL, she works with Dr Picard (the one who operated on me the first time), and she will probably have to cauterize this for you.

I'm escorted from the ER to her office by this really really HOT orderly, and she takes me in right away to her office, because she had just walked into the hospital when they paged her. She takes me into her office, she puts this super high-tech looking head thing with a light on it, and looks into my throat. Go figure, the bleeding's started again. Majorly. So she has to ASPIRATE the back of my throat with a really weird looking metal thing. Kinda like this thing, but metal.

So yeah, first she freezes my throat with this really really PUTRID tasting stuff (Pour mes tit francos: DEGUEUX!) and then she waits till I'm done almost puking because of how gross it is. I start coughing and spitting tons of blood again, so she goes in, sucks out all the shit to get a better view of the back of my throat, to see where the broken vessel is... So she knows what to do. And I'm thinking, well there's a cauterization machine right there. She's gonna use that. I'm gonna faint and scream, but she's gonna use that. No no no no, happy thoughts, no no no no... Well, I kinda got my wish. She COULDN'T use that, because the bleeding was like super way back in my throat, and she could only get at it, go figure, in the OPERATING ROOM. So... Guess what, kiddies? I was going back to get operated. Again. For the second time in 6 days. Oh joy.

Go figure, the operation room was going to be free in about an hour, more good luck, and I was headed back to the one day surgery ward to get preped. As soon as I walk in, this one nurse, the one who answered all my questions last time (just figured that out now, though, so I couldn't even thank her) she's like HI FUTURE NURSE! Don't tell me...? Oh, it's bleeding again. Well, you know the drill, get naked, put this gown on, take your jewerly off... You know. Yeah, so I got naked, took my jewelry off, put the gown on and hopped on the bed. Within about an hour, maybe a bit more, I was headed back off to the OR for the second time in less than 6 days (if you count the hours and all that, it had been less than 6 days lol).

This time, the aenesthesiologist, I was like dude. Deal, you're gonna TELL me I'm going this time. As in "You are going now". I don't want to wake up again and be all WTF? So we made a deal. We was gonna tell me, if I didn't cry. I didn't cry, so he told me. He was like, OK, I'm going to inject it now. Within 15 seconds, you'll be asleep. Within 8 I was gone. I was just looking at the ceiling and then it was going blurry and then boom. I wake up all fucked up. I'm like woooooo. Not again. I hate the feeling of just waking up from general aenesthesia (I know, that I'm such an expert lol). You're all WTF? You have no idea what's around you. You want to open your eyes, and you do for about 2 minutes, and then you're like SUPER tired. But you're in pain, so you can't sleep or anything.

I was laying there crying, and the nurse was like what's wrong? I'm like yeah, I kinda haven't taken my codeine in a while, and this really hurts... So she went to look in my dossier and surprise surprise there was some more of that yummy Dilaudid waiting for me. Woot. Some intramuscular (the one that lasted like 5 hours) and some IV which acted right away. Woot. I was all... Woooooo.

Well, my blood pressure was super low (think 85/56) when I left the hospital, I'm weak, I'm tired, and I'm going back to bed. But first, just a little recap of my dumb luck:

-I wake up at 10:19AM, and find blood in my mouth. Bad.
-I get to the hospital by 10:42, not bad, pretty good, I think
-I get into the ER and there's one person ahead of me in triage
-First person get into only triage room, has chest pain... This could be long...
-But, second triage room opens: She's back from break
-She gets it all done within about 10 minutes, I'm sent to wait in the waiting room. Priority 4? Long wait ahead.
-But the doctor thought different, I'm brought in within 5 minutes
-When residents go see their supervisors it usually takes about 25 minutes, mine is back in 3
-Specialists: Waiting list = 3-6 months. Me = 3-6 MINUTES
-Surgery: Waiting time = a hell of a lot more than an hour. Me = One hour

Joy? JOY! I am so lucky.

Yeah, my mom called Benoit before to tell him I'm alive, but that I hemorraged, and that I was operated on emergency style. All he said was "Oh". Meh, don't care. He'll explain eventually. I guess. Who cares?

Anywho, the sick little puppy is off to bed,
Stephanie xoxox