As described in my previous post, I recently underwent major surgery. Part of the recovery involves being heavily medicated and taking a shit load of prescribed pills. One of the requirements of post-op is a 4 week regimen of blood thinner, in my case, Coumadin. It's something to which one doesn't give much credence unless one cuts a nick in their skin. I was told not to shave my legs, clip my cuticles, etc. What I didn't think about was chewing a hangnail in the middle of a sleepless night while heavily doped on an opiate.
My finger started to bleed and bleed and bleed. It wouldn't stop. It dripped all over my sheets and for the life of me I couldn't figure out why. I stumbled into the bathroom, ran it under cold water; applied rubbing alcohol, Bactine, a nice band aid. The blood soaked through everything. At this point I became nervous and started making a lot of noise so my husband would wake up and fix it. He did. He cleaned the cut (tiny one too), swathed it in bandages and tied it off with medical adhesive. It finally stopped bleeding.
The next morning I realized I couldn't stop bleeding thanks to the Coumadin. I'd had a Dan Aykroyd as Julia Child moment. I now know just how he/she felt.
My finger started to bleed and bleed and bleed. It wouldn't stop. It dripped all over my sheets and for the life of me I couldn't figure out why. I stumbled into the bathroom, ran it under cold water; applied rubbing alcohol, Bactine, a nice band aid. The blood soaked through everything. At this point I became nervous and started making a lot of noise so my husband would wake up and fix it. He did. He cleaned the cut (tiny one too), swathed it in bandages and tied it off with medical adhesive. It finally stopped bleeding.
The next morning I realized I couldn't stop bleeding thanks to the Coumadin. I'd had a Dan Aykroyd as Julia Child moment. I now know just how he/she felt.
