blood
Eye Bleed
26/01/06 22:05 Filed in: Personal
Today I fully realised the karmic affect of cheating
a multinational corporation.
On yet another day on the endless road of home improvements we found ourselfs in the mecca of flat pack and soft wood furniture.
We have been living on and out of boxes and decided we needed to unpack a few, shelves and other necessities were obviously needed.
In the Scandinavian superstore i felt like bleeting out loud as I snaked my way slowly through the showroom maze with ten thousand other shoe dragging men and their partners.
Still.. at the checkout we were undercharged £230... One third of our total budget.
We left quietly, teeth clenched, out into the cold and packed the car in record time.
I don't know how it started, perhaps the cold, perhaps the over exertion from packing too fast, perhaps I picked it. But half way home my nose started gushing blood.
No drama I thought. I have had nose bleeds before, a long time ago, but i knew what to do. I gripped the end and waited for it to stop.
It Didn't.
It leaked all over the place and the flow was heavy. Over my jeans over my shirt, over the garden and into the house, up the stairs and over the bathroom floor, the sink and toilet.
I sat for a bit and nodded at advice telling me to do what I was already doing.
Then I leant over to pick up some tissue I had dropped on the floor and something strange happened.
I bled from my eyes.
Initially I was too transfixed to the bathroom mirror to be worried. The blood oozed out from behind my eyeballs and down my face. I banged the window frantically as the car was being unloaded by my only witness.
When she turned the corner at the top of the stairs I was satisfied that my horror movie face was indeed as bad as it looked.
There was a scream.
I then got severely reprimanded for trying to take a photo with my one free hand. I dropped the camera.
After a brief panic a nurse on the phone said, yes it some time happens and there was nothing to worry about unless the bleeding did not stop in twenty minutes.
It didn't, but half an hour later I was happy enough and washed the dried blood from me and my immediate surroundings, happy that I had both my hands back in use.
I felt like I had lost a pint and thought about utilising the benefit a beer would bring to my metabolism.
Instead I had an early nigh and dreaded the moment our lucky shop would have to be unpacked and the real home assembly adventure begin.
On yet another day on the endless road of home improvements we found ourselfs in the mecca of flat pack and soft wood furniture.
We have been living on and out of boxes and decided we needed to unpack a few, shelves and other necessities were obviously needed.
In the Scandinavian superstore i felt like bleeting out loud as I snaked my way slowly through the showroom maze with ten thousand other shoe dragging men and their partners.
Still.. at the checkout we were undercharged £230... One third of our total budget.
We left quietly, teeth clenched, out into the cold and packed the car in record time.
I don't know how it started, perhaps the cold, perhaps the over exertion from packing too fast, perhaps I picked it. But half way home my nose started gushing blood.
No drama I thought. I have had nose bleeds before, a long time ago, but i knew what to do. I gripped the end and waited for it to stop.
It Didn't.
It leaked all over the place and the flow was heavy. Over my jeans over my shirt, over the garden and into the house, up the stairs and over the bathroom floor, the sink and toilet.
I sat for a bit and nodded at advice telling me to do what I was already doing.
Then I leant over to pick up some tissue I had dropped on the floor and something strange happened.
I bled from my eyes.
Initially I was too transfixed to the bathroom mirror to be worried. The blood oozed out from behind my eyeballs and down my face. I banged the window frantically as the car was being unloaded by my only witness.
When she turned the corner at the top of the stairs I was satisfied that my horror movie face was indeed as bad as it looked.
There was a scream.
I then got severely reprimanded for trying to take a photo with my one free hand. I dropped the camera.
After a brief panic a nurse on the phone said, yes it some time happens and there was nothing to worry about unless the bleeding did not stop in twenty minutes.
It didn't, but half an hour later I was happy enough and washed the dried blood from me and my immediate surroundings, happy that I had both my hands back in use.
I felt like I had lost a pint and thought about utilising the benefit a beer would bring to my metabolism.
Instead I had an early nigh and dreaded the moment our lucky shop would have to be unpacked and the real home assembly adventure begin.
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Innocence is worth hanging on to
04/09/03 15:18 Filed in: Personal
I got this by email and posted it on another site. I
really wanted to blog it here as well though.
"A few years ago, when I worked as a nurse at St Cross, I got to know a little girl named Lisa who was suffering from a serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her five-year-old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes, I'll do it if it will save Lisa." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away?" Being young, the boy had misunderstood the doctor. He thought he was going to have to give her all his blood."
"A few years ago, when I worked as a nurse at St Cross, I got to know a little girl named Lisa who was suffering from a serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her five-year-old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes, I'll do it if it will save Lisa." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the color returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away?" Being young, the boy had misunderstood the doctor. He thought he was going to have to give her all his blood."