Started my bridge class this afternoon. In the middle of it all BFF rang to say she was driving, 10 mins from town, and haemorrhaging badly. Could I organise for a doctor to meet her at the hospital? Yes, I could, and did. She was admitted, given some treatment to stop the bleeding, and rang me 5 hrs later, just before my counselling session to say the bleeding hadn’t stopped and she wanted to be transferred to a bigger hospital an hour away, just ‘in case’. I advised her to discuss her concerns with her doctor, so she could make a plan she was comfortable with, and found a text after counselling was over, to say she’d transferred herself.
Bloody hell. I hope she’s alright. She sounded really scared, and I’m nervous.
ETA- Thanks for all your well-wishes. The bleeding has eased and she’s feeling much better. Coming home today, if the scan gives the all-clear. Phew. No more reproductive dramas for a while now, if you don’t mind. I need a rest.
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