OCT 2, 20 .. NEAR DEATH .. A POST I DON’T REALLY WANT TO PUBLISH BUT.. AM DOING SO
The reason I don’t want to publish these two accounts is simple : The two events were too close for comfort and I did NOT die. In the first account I lay down and went to sleep thinking that maybe I was going to bleed out (die from loss of blood). In the second one I had a very close call and will never know how close I came to death.
So why am I posting it ? Because it could just possibly help someone of you reading this account.
This post will cover the first near-death experience. A later (tomorrow) post will discuss the second near-death event.
As some of you know, leaving Anchorage on September the 9th and returning September the 29th, recently Patti and I were up North visiting our cabin in Manley Hot Springs, Alaska.
On the drive from Fairbanks to Manley, or from Manley to Fairbanks, you pass through Livengood going in each direction. The drive is one hundred and sixty miles (160 miles) each way and, depending upon the condition of the roads and the weather, takes from 3-1/2 hours to perhaps 5 hours (or more in severe weather). The point of this is : IF you have a medical emergency out in the Alaskan Bush, help is a long way away. YES you may be able to get a helicopter med-evac but this, in and of itself, is a challenge. You can’t just make a call and within a few minutes a helicopter will arrive. It could take several hours.
Here we go loop-de-loop.
FRIDAY EVENING, September 11th 2020 (my very own 911 experience).
Somewhere around 11pm in the late evening I felt fine. I felt as close to feeling 100% as is possible at age 84. Patti and I were settled into our cabin in Manley Hot Springs and looking forward to a nice visit. I sat down upon my bed and slipped my trousers off and suddenly noticed that the crotch of my underwear was absoutely soaked / saturated with blood. I did not try, but I am almost positive that had I tried, I could have wrung blood out of my underwear. This told me that I had lost quite a bit of blood. I walked over to Patti and showed Patti my findings. Patti was gravely concerned (to put it mildly) saying we have to go to Fairbanks to the Emergency Room immediately. In the dark of night, driving the road to Fairbanks on the above road can be a challenge.
Somewhere back in my life (was it in the 5th grade) we children began to be exposed to first aid measures.
In FIRST AID the NUMBER ONE, FIRST AND TOP PRIORITY IS TO – STOP THE BLEEDING !
It took the two of us some time but we finally located the source of the bleeding. A tiny small lesion in the skin of my scrotum was (drop by drop) bleeding. What on this good earth to do. First Aid Number One – STOP THE BLEEDING !
On the scrotum of the male anatomy there is not much room to afix a bandaid. BUT what to do to – STOP THE BLEEDING !
Patti all-the-while was repeating, “Cap we have got to go to the Emergency Room in Fairbanks.”
We found the smallest (teeny-weeny) band aid and carefully affixed it over the (still bleeding) lesion.
And ?
I lay down telling Patti –
“My Dear One. IF I am going to bleed-out, I am NOT going to bleed-out riding in the truck, during the middle of the night, with you driving four or more hours in the dark-of-night on the road-from-hell that you do NOT KNOW like the back of your hand. NO ! IF I am going to bleed-out I will do so sleeping quietly here in the cabin.”
And ?
I lay down in my bed, pulled the covers up over me and said to God, “Thy Will Be Done ! IF I bleed out tonight thanks for a great life !”
Patti had a restless night, thinking of the what-should-she-do-to-help scenarios.
And ?
I slept like a log. I slept like-the-dead.
And ?
I awoke Saturday morning September 12th feeling relaxed and rested. I looked at the crotch area of my snow white underwear ..
And ?
There was absolutely NO sign of red (as in blood) anywhere. I was shocked. Patti was shocked. We both were stunned. I pulled off the teeny-weeny little band aid and it was NOT saturated with blood. There were maybe two small drops of dried blood on it.
I have no other words but to say that :
AN ABSOLUTE MIRACLE OCCURRED IN MY LIFE the night of September 11-12, 2020.
One small teeny-weeny band aid had stopped the bleeding.
Well, For What It’s Worth, that-is-that for the above near-death experience.
Cap and Patti (who most certainly was a part of it)
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Well, pulling that Band-Aid off must have been a trip! So, what do you mean by “lesion?” A small cut? A sore? A scratch? Something to be checked out?
A lesion is a “cut” that happens on or within the body. It is defined as a “change in the tissue” and generally involves bleeding. It is something to definitely discuss with my GP doctor with whom I have a virtual appointment next Tuesday morning. Pulling the band-aid off was not pleasant. I am glad it was not a BIG band-aid! Cap and Patti
Have you ever heard of paper tape? It should be part of every first aid kit. It doesn’t hurt when you pull it off. I have used rolls of it.
Yes I know it well Gullible. BUT putting paper tape over a bleeding wound? A band aid was preferable with its sterile pad against the lesion. At least that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Thanks. Cap
Definitely. Lesion : A region in an organ or tissue which has suffered damage through injury or disease, such as a wound, ulcer, abscess, or tumor.
WOW! Sounds like you have super-clotting powers.
Thanks Linda for your comment. You are right, I must have super good clotting factors in my blood. Smiles, Cap and Patti
What? And I thought you two were having a relaxing restful trip. This is very worrisome. I was sick all day yesterday so just read your news this morning.
Thanks Kay. You are NOW completely up-to-date via our long telephone conversation. THANKS for your interest and support. Cap and Patti