Musings from the Merse
Monday, February 19, 2007
Stirring the Blood
Someday the tale will be told in full as to the why and wherefores Huttonian was hurtling through the misty lanes of Berwickshire in a NHS ambulance at 2.38 am on Friday morning towards the A&E of the Borders General Hospital-BGH-some times referred to, some what unkindly as the GBH. Hurtling is not quite le mot juste-ambling is however economical on the speed, leisurely and watching out for the traffic spill off from Fishwick. But according to NHS 24 it was the non-urgent, not life threatening/saving appliance and it took its title seriously including, adding to journey time by having a problem of following instructions to the Old Manse from as far away as the Hutton Church. The wife followed behind in second gear so as to have a car for taking herself and any corpse home-the non urgent ambulance had another non urgent appointment and was likely to be very late as there was so much of Huttonians Blue (it was quite cold) blood to wash off the luxuriously fitted interior before they could set off. Noise bleeds can be a bit like that and I had already been shedding my substance in various parts of the Old Manse for over two hours before the Ambulance arrived.
Blood Pressure levels not helped by the running commentary of Ben and Bill-Driver and Medical assistant who kept on relaying my BP and Pulse rate (250/156 Pulse 132 ) or something to the A&E and details of my rate of pour from both nose and mouth. The BP started to go down after 30 minutes (we were well down Kirk Lane by then) and the rate of flow apparently increased to a point where I could visualise the effect that my rapidly declining bl0od bank account had on the pressure-at least with even alarming numbers you have the comfort of knowing that you still have some blood left. Which I had.
Now I am back from St Johns Hospital ENT wards, Livingstone. More on all that later. Sufficeth it so say for the moment never, never show off your long irons at thePutton Mill driving range when you know the teaching professional is watching. Good it was.Long and straight they went. Vanity, Vanity sayeth the preacher-pride before etc. If the Almighty does not larn you, Providence will. What has that to do with nose bleeds I hear one of you politely enquire. Nothing really apart from th first bleed of nine 'eposodes' was at PM and I had to rush off leading the golf Pro puzzled at my abrupt departure. I had paid for 50 balls.
And there were only two left.
So not all gloom, then.
Someday the tale will be told in full as to the why and wherefores Huttonian was hurtling through the misty lanes of Berwickshire in a NHS ambulance at 2.38 am on Friday morning towards the A&E of the Borders General Hospital-BGH-some times referred to, some what unkindly as the GBH. Hurtling is not quite le mot juste-ambling is however economical on the speed, leisurely and watching out for the traffic spill off from Fishwick. But according to NHS 24 it was the non-urgent, not life threatening/saving appliance and it took its title seriously including, adding to journey time by having a problem of following instructions to the Old Manse from as far away as the Hutton Church. The wife followed behind in second gear so as to have a car for taking herself and any corpse home-the non urgent ambulance had another non urgent appointment and was likely to be very late as there was so much of Huttonians Blue (it was quite cold) blood to wash off the luxuriously fitted interior before they could set off. Noise bleeds can be a bit like that and I had already been shedding my substance in various parts of the Old Manse for over two hours before the Ambulance arrived.
Blood Pressure levels not helped by the running commentary of Ben and Bill-Driver and Medical assistant who kept on relaying my BP and Pulse rate (250/156 Pulse 132 ) or something to the A&E and details of my rate of pour from both nose and mouth. The BP started to go down after 30 minutes (we were well down Kirk Lane by then) and the rate of flow apparently increased to a point where I could visualise the effect that my rapidly declining bl0od bank account had on the pressure-at least with even alarming numbers you have the comfort of knowing that you still have some blood left. Which I had.
Now I am back from St Johns Hospital ENT wards, Livingstone. More on all that later. Sufficeth it so say for the moment never, never show off your long irons at thePutton Mill driving range when you know the teaching professional is watching. Good it was.Long and straight they went. Vanity, Vanity sayeth the preacher-pride before etc. If the Almighty does not larn you, Providence will. What has that to do with nose bleeds I hear one of you politely enquire. Nothing really apart from th first bleed of nine 'eposodes' was at PM and I had to rush off leading the golf Pro puzzled at my abrupt departure. I had paid for 50 balls.
And there were only two left.
So not all gloom, then.
Labels: Bloody Nose, the saga
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