[Sundae]

Okay, so an update on my recent jaunt to hospital. I'll try to break it up a bit, but you know me - if I decide to share it tends to be in detail.

Some of this is gross if you picture it. Be warned.

I came back from Leeds feeling a bit crook.
It was hammering down rain and I figured I may as well just head straight for bed, despite the fact it was mid-afternoon as it was dark enough for all the cars to have their lights on anyway.

Woke up in the late afternoon, still not feeling right.
Oops. Really not feeling right. I knew the signs - sudden hot flush, excess saliva, best head for the bathroom ASAP. Made it in plenty of time.
Drove the porcelain truck a little. Funnily enough, the last thing I'd had to eat was a natural yoghurt with a berry compote. Made my upchuck all red and clotted. Hahaha, looked like I'd puked up blood! I even sent Carruthers a text to that effect.

Had another kip, then woke up and it was dark. Felt a bit better, but hella thirsty, so I went to the off licence, knowing it would be open and that they were selling Capri-Sun at 2-for-1 (if unfamiliar, this is a very dilute orange drink).
SO thirsty in fact, I chugged one on the way back. Then started sipping the other.

Oh dear. Must've drunk it too fast. Ding ding, round two.
Now I hadn't put the light on, but it still seemed suspiciously red, albeit very watery. But hey - I'd just had a lot of soft drink.

Another snooze, then woke at the very last second and barely made it. At this point there was little to come up. But I was still bringing up some fluid. And I was back to my usual style of retching really badly and sending my whole body into spasm.

This was not right.
This was in fact pretty damn bad.
So I looked it up on my phone. WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
I determined to go to the Doctors first thing. Even if I puked in the street.

Nope.
I really didn't make it next time and splashed the walls and floor. Even I could see the colour now. And the clots. Bugger. So I grabbed some things to stuff in my bag - which already had some overnight stuff in I hadn't unpacked thank goodness. Then called 111 (the NHS advice line) After consulting with a supervisor the advisor came back to tell me he'd called an ambulance.

Sadly I had one more scare, and took my glasses off. Which meant I left them behind.
Waited behind the door (no doorbell two floors down from my flat) until the paramedics arrived. Straight into the ambulance, asked for and was given a little cardboard hat and promptly vomited up some blood for them. Off to hospital.