I was then moved into Majors and put on a bed - again being told not to walk anywhere or else!! To be honest the thought of moving was a very long way away from any of my thoughts; all I wanted was for the world to stop spinning.
My main occupation in A&E was blowing cannula...but they did have an ultrasound so happily dug some more into my arm! I was feeling so weak I didn't kick up any fuss! But I did get fed up being told how pale I was!
After a gynaecology consultant braved a look at the mess I was I was told that a transfusion had been ordered for me...by 2am I was on a ward having this blood pumped in slowly. At this time I wasn't aware that transfusions are only done over night in an emergency and that it had to be done slowly as my red cell levels were so low. I don't understand that as basically I was suffocating my organs as oxygen was not being carried round either... I was far more ill than I realised at all!
Once on the ward I had a Dr trying to fit another cannula...I was very good and didn't scream as it was silly o clock in the morning! But that meant whilst the blood went in through my right arm, a drug to try to stop the bleeding went in through the left... That did make sense as I was terrified the blood being put in would just come straight out. I was then left to try to sleep...but there was a load of snoring so that didn't really happen!
