Venting My Spleen -Bleeding Out

And so the black and blue faded.  The crutch went back into the closet.  The hip soreness went away and the fall was forgotten.  Just another CORVID lockdown memory to laugh about in the future.

Yet as May stretched into June and July I was beginning to wonder if I was on the downhill slide.  I wasn’t feeling as well as I had felt and began to consider if anything was wrong.

Mostly it was a tiredness; a fatigue  I had not known before the lockdown.  I noticed an occasional  shortness of breath, was napping more, a weakness,  Was it just advancing age?  I am a hell of a lot closer to 80 than I am to 70.  Yet ordinary things I had done without a thought, like grocery shopping, suddenly seemed to become chores.

Was it my heart?  I had a heart attack 25 years ago.  Yet I felt no chest pain or discomfort what so ever.  I would wait and see.

No thought of the fall or the bruise, now months gone.

Until one night in my bed when I felt it.

A heart palpitation.  Skipping beats.  Catching up.  And a shortness of breath.  I felt better in the morning, called my cardio doc and hopped in the car.  He hooked me right up to the EKG and in a moment announced I was having atrial fibrillation – an irregular heart beat.  He immediately set up a battery of tests.

Prior to my visit I had not taken blood thinners.  I took my aspirin regimen and had been fine.  Now heart doc told me because I was in A-Fib I was in serious danger of a stroke caused by a clot due to the irregular heart beat.

He put me on a blood thinner.

Within a day or two I was feeling much worse.  I was exhausted and short of breath.  I looked at my stomach.  It looked like I was putting on a few pounds.  That night I held my phone in my hands.  Should I call EMS?

I KNEW if I didn’t I wouldn’t make it through the night.  I called.  The operator stayed on the phone with me until help arrived.  “Is your front door open?”  No.  I can’t get there.  The back door is.

I was trucked into the ambulance and delivered barely alive to our local trauma hospital.  Blood transfusions.  It was quickly discovered that I had damaged my spleen in the fall and it had been dripping slowly for weeks.  The blood thinner simply turned it into a stream of blood pouring into my belly cavity.

I was bleeding out internally.  The “weight” I thought I noticed was 2 liters of my own blood in my abdominal cavity.

That night I lost my spleen.

to be continued.


About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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11 Responses to Venting My Spleen -Bleeding Out

  1. Maggie says:

    What a scary close call, Frank.

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  2. Oh my God, Frank! I hope you’re feeling better now. As Maggie says, a close call!

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  3. beetleypete says:

    I am surprised that your doctor reistated the blood thinners without more tests. He coud have inadvertantly killed you, if you hadn’t had the good sense to call 911. Scary!
    Best wishes, Pete.

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  4. Oh my goodness. I do know what it’s like to bleed out. I had a tear in my stomach (caused by taking too much aspirin over many years) and spent 5 days in the hospital. Blood transfusions. Two repairs to the tear. One of the nurses told me they pumped “a bucket full” of blood out of my stomach. Another nurse told me it would take several months to gain my strength back, and it did. So be patient and take care of yourself!

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  5. Wow, such good thinking that you called for help!!!

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  6. This is so scary Frank. I lost a friend to a ruptured spleen after a fall taken during a high school ski trip. It seemed like a fairly minor fall, but two days after we got home she was dead.

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  7. Ohh, how scary, Frank. Thank goodness, you made that call. Xx

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  8. Jennie says:

    Wow! Very scary, Frank. In hindsight, there would have been no way to diagnose a ruptured spleen back when you fell, right? You did what any of us would have done. Thank goodness you made the call to the EMTs.

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  9. jdoublep says:

    Get better, dude!

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  10. GP Cox says:

    So good to see you back!!

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