Background noise. Doesn't seem worth it now but they're going to plug it in anyway, which is a bit of a feat 'cause they've run out of suitable veins to throw extra needles into - my blood pressure's so low that they can't get a vein to inflate.
Brief discussion around tapping into an ankle, but that's dismissed on the grounds that whatever they plug in there won't go very far anyway.
One of the colourless bags is deemed to be sufficiently low that it can be replaced. Seems a waste - s'only going to run into my arm and go straight into the drain.
Too tired to bother with the arguement.
There's still some low-level awareness running. I know everything's shutting down - I can't feel anything except the pain down the side of my neck. Aside from that, nothing exists.
Except for some gentle pressure on my right hand.
It's Jules, and she's still sitting there telling me to relax and think of something good, not this place, not now. Mental stab of some more odd non-emotion. Don't like to think that she's been here all this time seeing this.
Head starts to nod towards the rail of the A&E trolley. Too weak to stop it but somewhere in there I'm sure the one thing I shouldn't do is go to sleep. Can't. Won't.
Not made any easier by starting to get a sensation of warmth. I actually relax and concentrate on breathing.
Tim notices the change in attitude. Asks if there's anything he can do.
I tell him I'm feeling warmer.
That's not good - may mean I'm reacting to the whole blood they're pumping in, so they stop it.
Tim asks for a fluid level check.
"100"
"How much ?"
"100"
"Sure ?"
"100"
Lightening of the mood. Syringes of stuff are run into the IV line. OK, I'm officially interested...
"Total ?"
"1400"
"Still ?"
"1400"
New bag of colourless who-knows-what is attached on the left along with a new blood bag on the right.
"How are we doing ?". We ? Haven't got a clue. Me ? You know the answer to that...
"1400". Prat. He wasn't talking to you.
Now he's talking to me : "You may have stopped bleeding or it may just be that your pressure's so low that you physically can't pump much more out. You've lost a lot." Where'd you get that idea...
"We're going to let things settle for a bit and then we'll see if we can get you to the BRI".
I'm still not going to sleep.
