Exciting Sundays

Before I begin this story, I just want to let you know that I got a new calling as the 2nd counselor in the relief society presidency. Here is the result of getting that calling:

Out of no where my nose just started to bleed right before sacrament meeting. I haven't had a bloody nose in years! My friend was handing me her tissues to help me out, but the blood just kept coming. I ran out the door into the bathroom and continued to bleed for another 15 minutes. After it ended, I cleaned up and went back to sacrament meeting. Whew! So glad that was over!

In the middle of the dating class, my nose started to bleed...AGAIN! Just as heavy as before. I just happened to pick the best and the worst seat in the room. On the opposite of the side of the door and in the back corner. I quickly turned around and my roommate dashed out the door to grab some papertowels. I was trying to get my bloody nose in control so I could go outside. I started to feel dizzy and nauseated and almost fell out of my seat. After a good fifteen minutes of bleeding, it finally started to stop, so my roommates helped me up and we walked out of the classroom.

This next part of the story is kind of blurry for me, so I'll just repeat what I've been told. I almost passed out once we got out of the classroom. I guess I collapsed onto the floor. I do remember feeling dizzy and light headed. I layed there for a few minutes until I finally was able to sit up. Next thing I know, I'm surround by the BYU EMTs. One is holding my nose, the other is asking me questions, and the third is pricking my finger and taking my blood. They took my blood pressure and the first time it was normal, but the second time it went up. Even just pricking my finger, blood was just gushing out, so that was a concern for them. I was very confused about a lot of things. They asked me questions. I knew I was at the Crabtree building on Campus, but I didn't know if Mickey Mouse was a dog or a cat. That question alone was the deciding factor that I needed to go to the ER. They strapped me down in a wheely chair and took me out to my roommates car.

I remember quietly crying in the car and saying that I didn't want to go to the hospital. We got there, they made me change, I laid on the hospital bed while they hooked me to an IV. My roommate held my hand, while I cried. The doctor came in and my roommate talked to him, because I was still confused. I got a priesthood blessing and even though I don't know what was said, I remember feeling at peace. Later my parents came. I felt a lot better, knowing that they were there. In the end, I learned that because of the significant amount of blood loss, my red blood cells were at a 9.5. The norm is 13.5-15.5. I also learned that I had very low iron because of the blood loss. There was a blood vessel that was open in my nose, so they had to numb my nose and coterize it so that it wouldn't bleed again. (Yeah, my nose totally bled a few hours afterwards.) I started to feel better, so the doctor prescribed me some medication and sent me on my way home.

I think my Bishop will think twice before he gives me another calling. Just kidding! But I am so grateful for all those sweet people who helped me, especially my roommates! They were all there with me and helped me out. I came back to my apartment and there were so many people who I later found out stopped by to say hi to me. I had friends who brought me desserts and soup. I got such sweet love notes from my ward members. I just feel so loved and grateful for all those who showed me such kindness! My roommate Katherine really deserves a lot of credit! She stuck by me all day and even took me home, so I could eat dinner with my family. She is an exercise science major and is very knowledgeable when it comes to medical things, so she really was able to help out a lot.

Moral of the story: Don't blow your nose or swallow blood when you have a bloody nose and run away if the Bishop wants to meet with you. (Jk on that last one.)

Happy Monday!