Life. I wonder how many people who don’t suffer from sickness actually stop and take the time to give thanks for their good health, and to realize just how brief a period of time that we are in this world. The reason I say that is I just came home from the hospital last Thursday, Nov 1, after spending the past few days in what they call their coronary care unit. This is similar to being in intensive care. When you spend any amount of time in any of these units, it is serious. I had been experiencing stomach pain and was passing blood in my stool for the past several days. I was smart enough, having been through this before, to recognize the symptoms of severe blood loss. I faxed my doctor from my home around 9 pm on Monday evening. On Tuesday morning, Oct 30, my doctor phoned me personally and told me that I needed to have my blood level checked. So I went to my local lab where they take my blood level regularly. The girl who worked there told me that my doctor had emailed them with the test she wanted to run “stat“. It is called a “CBC” or complete blood count. This type of test checks for the amount of both red and white blood cells in your body. When a doctor does anything stat, it is pretty serious. I went home and my doctor phoned me back at 4pm. She told me that yes, I had loss a significant amount of blood. A normal hemoglobin count ranges from 13 to 18. Mine came back at 6.3!! This means that I had loss half the blood volume in my body. My doctor instructed me to get to the Emergency Room of my local hospital. She called ahead of my arrival, telling the doctors there exactly what was wrong with me. To make a long story short, they hooked up 2 I.V. lines in my body, and then starting giving me clear fluids immediately The doctor told me that he would be admitting me because I would need a blood transfusion. Over the next 24 hours, they game me 4 units of blood, while I stayed in the coronary care unit, hooked up to monitors, and being watched very closely. Another doctor stopped by, introduced himself, and told me that he wanted to do a procedure called an “upper endoscopy”. He would place a scope with a camera attached to it down my throat, and into my stomach. I later learned that he found the place where I was bleeding, and with the same scope, he burned the area, or cauterised it, thus stopping the bleeding. I asked the doctor who admitted me Thursday morning if this could happen again, seeing as how this is my second episode of experiencing the same problem, and she said yes. She told me that I was well enough to go home.I tell you this private and personal story in hopes that if you find yourself experiencing these same symptoms, to contact your doctor immedoately, or to call 911 if it a serious case of vomiting blood so you can get help fast. This could save your life! Take care of yourself.