Shortly after saying that the meat “makes me feel so good,” Shelton began to feel sick, have severe stomach cramps and started violently vomiting.
If any friends or family members don’t want to think about me bleeding from my lungs or what my cough is like from my perspective, come back for my next post… It’s when your lung springs a vascular leak either due to an infection or when gunk that was previously in one spot eating away at your lining gets removed either from exercise or medication.
this one might be disturbing to you, but if you can stand it, it will give you a lot of insight into my past and present. It’s an indication of one of three things that I’m aware of as a non-pulmonologist with 12 years of medical training: Growing up, I always heard the doctors ask my parents at clinic if I had any streaky sputum (loogies, to the layperson) or what color my sputum was, but they only got to ask one of them because the answer was always, “I don’t know, he swallows it.” Gross, I know, but I hadn’t learned to transfer from the back of my throat to spitting yet…
When we moved to Florida at 16, I was being more normal for an adult and could answer those because I was spitting by then. There I sat for one of the longest 10 minutes of my life that has only been exceeded by a couple of medical tests and and one other bleeding incident. By the time I was done there was a pile of semi-gelatinous red goop that would normally indicate that a small animal had been butchered there. I’ve only ever had one worse incident than that where I was in my bathroom (same year) and thought I was going to die because I couldn’t stop coughing long enough to call 911. I thought back then that bleeding was the end, so I’m quite glad I was wrong about that perception.
The answers were always “no” and “manilla folder yellow.” I remember the first time I coughed blood ever and the first time it freaked me out, though it’s strange that they were separate incidents. I’d have to call and let them figure it out from the constant coughing and yelling “help” into the phone. From that last incident in the bathroom on, almost all of my subsequent bleeders have been at night, just as I lay down to sleep.
My first time was in the back seat of the car (woah, what story am I telling here? I think it was a long, hot day at Sea World that got me all worked up, dehydrated, and worn out. I get a gurgling sensation (or even sound) in one of my lobes as I exhale.