Long story short
Many thanks to those who commented on knirirr's journal.
For those not on his flist, last night I threw up so much blood that the bathroom looked like a set from Shaun of the Dead*. I was made to go to hospital; I was kept in overnight; no idea what happened, got given some omeprazole and sent home with a referral to have an endoscopy. Hopefully it won't be a repeat of last endoscopy for which I was scheduled, where I was essentially ranted at about what do GPs know and why do they keep sending people for endoscopies, and shunted out the door told I had acid reflux, go and take a gaviscon.
I am very tired, and feel like a pincushion, because it took all sorts of shunting to get any blood out of me, as per usual.
I am going to sleep for a bit now.
*for those who care about such things (and it was preoccupying me at the time, funny how the brain works), the socks I was wearing were in fact blood red, so the staining on the sole isn't going to show. Score.
For those not on his flist, last night I threw up so much blood that the bathroom looked like a set from Shaun of the Dead*. I was made to go to hospital; I was kept in overnight; no idea what happened, got given some omeprazole and sent home with a referral to have an endoscopy. Hopefully it won't be a repeat of last endoscopy for which I was scheduled, where I was essentially ranted at about what do GPs know and why do they keep sending people for endoscopies, and shunted out the door told I had acid reflux, go and take a gaviscon.
I am very tired, and feel like a pincushion, because it took all sorts of shunting to get any blood out of me, as per usual.
I am going to sleep for a bit now.
*for those who care about such things (and it was preoccupying me at the time, funny how the brain works), the socks I was wearing were in fact blood red, so the staining on the sole isn't going to show. Score.