Three weeks ago I had a pretty bad day. I woke up and my nose began to bleed instantly. I got nosebleed two times the day before, but this time it was stronger and didn't stop. The towel, which I used, turned red within a few minutes, so I decided to call the ambulance. I spoke in a nasal voice and probably sounded weird on the phone ;)
They put me through the local ambulance, which meant that I got into a turning loop were a monotonous female voice informed me every four seconds about the fact that I will be put through. After the call was finished, I had to put on my clothes without messing them up, while bleeding heavily. I sat down on the ground, leaned against the wall and could hear the ambulance siren, thinking:"Why the fuck are they using the siren?"" The first-aid worker came in then, a young, fat, bald-headed man. The other one, the driver, looked more like a student of sociology to me, he wore glasses and had curly hair. They considered my nosebleed as remarkably strong. I went down the stairs and took place inside the ambulance car. They drove me to the ear, nose, and throat specialist, who obliterated two big blood vessels inside my nose. It smelt a bit burned and I noticed a little smoke arising. Before I was treated I had to wait some minutes for the local anaesthesia to take effect. A boy, about 9 years old, starred at my bloody face pretty stunned. "Mom! Did you see that man!? He's covered in blood!", I heart him say.
I lost about a litre of blood, I guess, and had symptoms of anaemia during the following days and drank lots of redwine, because it's known for beeing blood-forming ;)
Yesterday I got a bill over 640€ for a 10 minute ambulance transport :(