I was a bit pale you could say!
I was a bit pale you could say!
Giving blood is so important to saving lives, you never know when you or a relative is going to need it to save lives.
Your a hero if you give blood, it’s live saving. That makes you a hero in my eyes.
At 2 my sister was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukaemia. (Cancer.) and a blood transfusion saved her many times. So a massive thank you to you!
I’ve also needed a few blood transfusions and without them I wouldn’t be here right now writing this blog post. I thank you from my heart for saving my life.
Even though at times I’ve wanted to die, I’m still 100% grateful for you saving my life. I only had my first blood transfusion under a section, and really resisted it, but it made a massive impact to how I physically felt and then my mental health got better.
I had one a few days ago, and this has made me think about all the hero’s out there. I know I can’t give blood myself but I’m motivated to fundraise for charities and help others in any other way I can.
Im hoping that, that’s my last blood transfusion and I can help others in any possible way.
Don’t worry if you can’t give blood you can still be a hero, there are many other ways to save life’s, fundraising, donating to charity, volunteers, working on research or working for charity’s that fund research.
I was discharged from hospital yesterday after two units of blood.
I feel I’ve got more energy and I wang to make the most of that.
So today I saw my support worker, then went up to my local town with my baby Dylan.
I was scared, I had headphones in with low music, I was trying to focus on the songs not the public and the voices telling me I was in danger.
I did it. It was really hard and scary but I DID IT.
Beautiful glass on my window. But today I went outside of my window. I was brave.
My blood is “B Positive.”
Please no more blood, I’m not a vampire.
Had two units already.
My blood pressure and blood levels were really low. So far I’ve had two bags of blood, and there’s a talk of three.
I’d really appreciate your support.
long story short I need a blood transfusion.
My blood pressure went down to 49/94. I signed myself out against medical advice.
I wasn’t ready for that as an out come. I guesss deep down I thought it would all be okay and be given the all clear but no.
My plan is to spend the day at home today, and then call my gp tomorrow to explain the situation and then go in for the transfusion in a planned way. That way I’m in control and I’ve mentally prepared myself for it.
I’m going to have to deal with the change in my harming, having a cannula put in and then a blood transfusion go into my body.
I’m not going to lie even though I’ve had a few, I’m still really scared.
Do I deserve the help?
Is it wasting blood resources on me?
I’ve had a few blood transfusions now but the first one was so terrifying and I was so scared.
I had been sectioned and taken to a acute psychiatric ward, but they soon realised my hb (heamaglobin) levels were too low. They wouldn’t let me move any where with out a few staff members because I was so ill I was at high risk of dying.
I remember the night I was admitted I looked to the sky and saw three shooting stars. I had never seen one before I was so excited I want to tell someone but no one was around as it was 3am.
Any way the next morning the staff came in and told me I’m being transferred to a medical hospital. My heamaglobin was so low they were amazed I was still alive.
I was checked over and immediately admitted and told I needed a blood transfusion. I refused. They explained if I wouldn’t accept it and let them give me it they would do it with out my permission as I was still sectioned under section 2. This meant that because it was in my best interest I couldn’t say no to the transfusion. I tried all sorts of things to get out of it, messing around with the canulas i had in. Thinking if I took them out they couldn’t give me blood, saying it’s against my religion, and all kind of things.
It took hours and hours of my carer trying to convince me to let them do it, I was also constantly supervised by a member of staff from the psychiatric unit as I was still on suicide watch.
Anyway hours later I agreed to it. Kind of. I said yes but then when they brought the blood in the bag in, I freaked out a bit, my carer had to hold my arm down so they could connect the blood, as I saw it going on to my veins I was so scared.
This was some one else’s blood going inside me, I also felt I didn’t deserve the blood as my blood levels were so low because of my self harm. I think people who give blood should mean the blood goes to some one worthy of it and I didn’t feel that was me.
After the first 15 minutes they came to do the checks to see if your having a reaction to it, and I was my temperature had gone up so they stopped the blood going in and game me some medication to bring down my temperature. They then checked on me again and as my temperature had gone down restarted the blood. Which was really scary again. I had to have four units of blood.
I didn’t learn my lesson though since then I’ve had more blood transfusions, but I haven’t had one for a year (I think). So that’s progress.