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@Amish Heart me too. My husband was too. I thought if you’re A- you ARE rh negative. Some of our kids are all over the place with blood types. Weird. We are the blood parents of all of them.
I would also like to add that I am eternally grateful to the 3 people that donated the blood that they shot into me that saved my life.I'm O- So everybody wants my blood. But nobody can give me blood (except another O- person). Since they can give O- to anybody in an emergency, it runs out. Which sucks for me, since that's the only kind I can receive. Oh well - it's better to give than to receive they say. I might question that in this case however!
I would expect that they hold on to the O blood because it is so useful and use up the stuff that can only go to one or two types. Saving the O- makes more sense to me. You should be fine.I'm O- So everybody wants my blood. But nobody can give me blood (except another O- person). Since they can give O- to anybody in an emergency, it runs out. Which sucks for me, since that's the only kind I can receive. Oh well - it's better to give than to receive they say. I might question that in this case however!
I'm sure they do. (unless they are so rushed and don't have time to type the patient's blood).I would expect that they hold on to the O blood because it is so useful and use up the stuff that can only go to one or two types. Saving the O- makes more sense to me. You should be fine.
There were many doctors/hospitals on that particular day in 1979. I worked high-rise, and a 4-ton precast concrete hit me on the left side of my head, and I fell two stories....Meaning, without what he/she did, you would have 100% certainly have died?
Long stories and short stories are welcome.
I'll go first; when I lived in an apartment with my brother, I had a nightmare and sleep walked.
I broke the window out of my room.
My arm hurt so I went into the bathroom and turned on the light...
As my arm had slid down the broken part of the window it cut my brachial artery completely in two.
Squirting blood on the mirror, I grabbed it with my hand to apply 'direct-pressure'.
It did nothing but turn the stream into 3 fan-shaped streams.
Brother rushed me to the hospital and I arrived at the ER, 2-quarts (4 units) low of blood.
Still barely conscious, the nurse was trying to measure my BP on the other arm and the Dr asked her what it was...
She whispered back to him: "I can't get a pulse!"
I overheard and said: "I promise you, I got one!!".
Shortly after that, I discovered that it is possible for them to 'shotgun' a unit (pint) of whole blood into you in less than a minute...
They hang the bag from a pole, wrap a blood-pressure cuff around it and the pole, and pump the bulb like crazy.
They shot 3 units into me and wheeled me into surgery to splice the artery back together and reroute my funny-bone nerve on top of my elbow to splice it back together. And staple everything back together with 77 metal staples, (yes when it was time for them to come out, I asked for them so I could count them).
The day after the surgery the Dr told me that my body could make up the 4th unit of blood.
Without his quick thinking and fast work, I would have died in that ER.
Is there a doctor out there that you owe your life to?
You are lucky/blessed to be here!!There were many doctors/hospitals on that particular day in 1979. I worked high-rise, and a 4-ton precast concrete hit me on the left side of my head, and I fell two stories.
Kinda Makes Sense...!!!...Meaning, without what he/she did, you would have 100% certainly have died?
Long stories and short stories are welcome.
I'll go first; when I lived in an apartment with my brother, I had a nightmare and sleep walked.
I broke the window out of my room.
My arm hurt so I went into the bathroom and turned on the light...
As my arm had slid down the broken part of the window it cut my brachial artery completely in two.
Squirting blood on the mirror, I grabbed it with my hand to apply 'direct-pressure'.
It did nothing but turn the stream into 3 fan-shaped streams.
Brother rushed me to the hospital and I arrived at the ER, 2-quarts (4 units) low of blood.
Still barely conscious, the nurse was trying to measure my BP on the other arm and the Dr asked her what it was...
She whispered back to him: "I can't get a pulse!"
I overheard and said: "I promise you, I got one!!".
Shortly after that, I discovered that it is possible for them to 'shotgun' a unit (pint) of whole blood into you in less than a minute...
They hang the bag from a pole, wrap a blood-pressure cuff around it and the pole, and pump the bulb like crazy.
They shot 3 units into me and wheeled me into surgery to splice the artery back together and reroute my funny-bone nerve on top of my elbow to splice it back together. And staple everything back together with 77 metal staples, (yes when it was time for them to come out, I asked for them so I could count them).
The day after the surgery the Dr told me that my body could make up the 4th unit of blood.
Without his quick thinking and fast work, I would have died in that ER.
Is there a doctor out there that you owe your life to?
This hasn't happened yet- but I've been nearly killed by a doctor, so there's a new thread
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