What should I do if I am bleeding through my eyes

What should I do if I am bleeding through my eyes

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Some causes of eye bleeding are trauma, leukemia, hemophilia, vitamin K deficiency, and myelpathic anemia. If you are bleeding through your eyes, you should call a doctor immediately to figure out what is wrong. ChaCha On!

Is it possible to bleed through your eyes?

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The eye is covered by a protective layer known as the sclera. To be able to “bleed through” your eyes you would have to puncture this layer. It is highly unlikely for this to be possible; if however you were to puncture your scler…

Can you bleed out through your eye?

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You sure can, if you puncture the cornea and lens, and hit one of the blood vessels. I burst a blood vessel once and my eye was full of blood, though I didn’t bleed out. It looked like this: http://www.cmlsupport.com/seeyebleed.jpg

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I am bleeding!! Really really bad!! What should I do??

Q: Quick responses please! In case you’re wondering how this happened, I’ll try to type it out even though my blood is soaking the keyboard so bad I literally can’t see the keys anymore. Well, you know when you buy a DVD and there’s that little wrapper on the edge of the box that’s so hard to get off? Well I went and got a butcher knife, figuring if I can cut it that will make it easier to get it off. Well the knife went through the wrapper, and directly into my left eye!! Right now I’m focusing on trying to somehow stop the bleeding because that way I don’t have time to think about the possibility of losing my eye, which really scares the crap out of me, pardon my french! Anyway, I really need some quick responses as to how to stop this bleeding. I remember in school they said when you’re bleeding to apply pressure with a cloth or something. Well I’ve already gone through 2 rolls of paper towels, and its still flowing like a mofo. I’ll check back for answers periodically, thanksOh, and do you think that all the blood (a LOT of it) all over my keyboard and monitor could start an electrical fire? I know that’s not a health question per se, but it could be if a fire starts, lol. okay thanks again.

A: um I think you should try the ER? Maybe, just maybe. Or just use that knife and cut off your whole leg.

I am deeply disturbed by my son’s poetry. What should I do?

Q: As of recently, my 16 year old son shows little interest in talking to me, and he often doesn’t want to attend church. He spends more time with his friends than he used to. I do not approve of his friends or the music he listens to, and he doesn’t seen to care what I think, and that worries me deeply.Today when I was going through his room while he was at a church youth group meeting, I unfortunately discovered a notebook full of his writings. And when I was going through his account on the computer, I discovered even more disturbing poetry. I am very concerned by this. Why would he ever think, much less write such sinful and disturbing things, instead of glorifying God in his writings?I am almost scared to talk to him about these things now. How should I appraoch this? Should I seek out professional help for him?Below are some of his writings that are free of horrible profanities. Judging by these, what do you think could be wrong to be making him behave in such a way?1:Sweet baby brother,A napalm sunrise in coming,It’ll burn the sun black;Bleed the moon dry,You’ll have to leave your world behind,You don’t need all the pretty things that pull you down,The weight of the world is merely a pawn,Let them all drown in your newfound salvation,If you take my hand with all the strength in your feeble limbs,I’ll promise you a safe place to call your own,You said you want this as much as I do,So take it and don’t look back,Children dancing among the flames,Hand in hand as our flesh melts away,Sing from inside when you’ve got nothing left,I won’t dare let you out of my sight,Of all the nights we’ve spoken in dreams,You’ve earned my unconditional trust,Meet me by the shore where the silver sea shines,Follow me to our underground city.Bid farewell the the person the world made you,When we are nothing we’ll become pure, 2:You speak softly in a child’s voice,Tiny sweaty fingers trembling between my own,The warmth of your skin repulses me,Intimacy so genuine and soft is my greatest fear,Please don’t stay the night,I can’t bear to hear you breathing as you lie on my floor,My constant glass eyes are giving me away,I stand made of stone, only because I’m a bigger coward than you,How could I say I needed you?I love all that I hate, and I hate all that I love,If I tell you that I love you,Rest assured that tomorrow you will be a guilty memory,I can’t break my promises anymore,My lips are sewn shut with the hair of the last angel I shot out of the sky, I place my hand on your throat,The blood rushing below your pale young skin melts me,Your innocent eyes, so wide and fixated on mine,Unflinching and calm, I know you’ve got me figured out, 3:Sitting on the cold tile floor, trapped in a continuous headrush,Lulled in and out of consciousness by the coffeemaker’s drip, drip, drip…Bug eyed and disassociated,Just the dead person in the corner…I drilled a hole in my skull,I’m a child again, Mother.The day drags on like an eternity.Now you’re nothing but a blur,Marring my unfocussed vision.Fade away, fade away, disappear…How are you gullible enough to believe in me?I never existed at all. 4:Ragdoll, with your limbs blowing in the breeze,All brown and yellowed,You’re growing old,I’m growing impatient,Descend to me,Graceful and autumn scented,Let me tear you apart,Another failed attempt to dissect you,I’m left with dirty hands and tattered threads,In your stained glass skull,You’re trapped inside a music box,A broken record dream,Dance.Dance until your legs are no more,You’ll become the dust that dances on sunbeams,As they crawl through my windows at dawn, 5:Suddenly I notice the strange familiarity of the salty sea breeze,My house is on the ocean,It wretches and creaks with every gentle wave,Balance beam hallways tremble beneath my hands and knees,Attempting to purge me from the bowels of my own dream,Through mommy and daddy’s room, I move like a ghost,I try so hard not to be seen,Their closed eyes still bore into me,But are they sleeping or deceased?My room is just a number somewhere in these infinite hallways,I’m lost in my own world of monotony,Even when my teeth fall out, still, I am unconcerned,I have to meet her by the shore,I run past the bottomless swimming pool,Its air so thick and chlorinated,Water filled with cliché laughing faces,Elevator, take me to the river,Somewhere amongst the sand and rocks,By the cold brown water she is looking for me, 6:Yes, I remember you,In the rubble of my abondoned city,A piecemeal angel in the fog,I saw you last night in a sedated dream,I held onto your cold plastic flesh,Begging you not to leave,Sing, please, with shattered glass vocal cords,So I know I won’t sleep ever again,Rip your chest open and show me your clockwork entrails,Dusty, rusted and void of a heart,Crucify yourself above the door of our shrine,Burn the image of your face inside my eyelids,So I won’t dare forget you ever again,

A: Honestly, I wouldn’t be worried.At his age I also used poetry and short story writing as a way to let out and handle emotions that I didn’t quite know how to express – anger, sadness, frustration with school and the cliques in it, and of course, puppy love.Your son (who has an incredible command of the English language for his age, his imagery is so realistic that it touched all five of my senses) seems to be expressing a lot of the same things I did… of course these are my interpretations, but…The first poem, while at a casual glance may seem “scary” or “disturbing” with its talk of napalm sunrises and melting flesh, is neither. The overall idea of the poem seems to be a rejection of earthly, material things “You’ll have to leave your world behind,You don’t need all the pretty things that pull you down,The weight of the world is merely a pawn,Let them all drown in your newfound salvation”and from the beginning address to “sweet baby brother”, and the references to other people in “children dancing” and the refusal to “let you out of my sight” it sounds like the poem is his way of saying (to himself, from a “first person omnipotent” point of view; or an explanation to another from his point of view) that although other people may be blinded by all the shallow, physical things around them, your son is not and has hope that others won’t be too. It’s a common sentiment for that age, when kids are dealing with the shallow clique-ish-ness of high school. He’s saying “look at me for who I am on the inside, not the outside, and I will show you the same respect and look at you the same way. Then we, together, will overcome the people too blind and trapped to do so.” Overall the poem is full of hope, and although some of the imagery may seem violent, I’m sure some of the feelings that inspired him to write the poem were strong feelings, so he used strong imagery to express them.And for another type of imagery, I’m sure the third poem would look scary at a casual glance, why it uses the word “dead”, talks about drilling a hole in his head (and has “mother” right after that), and then says “i never existed at all”. But, again, your son uses such vivid imagery and (extreme seeming – to you? – but not to him, because these emotions are strong and even stronger for a teenager, remember?), that I’d bet anything the poem means this:Frustration. “Sitting on the cold tile floor, trapped in a continuous headrush,Lulled in and out of consciousness by the coffeemaker’s drip, drip, drip…Bug eyed and disassociated,Just the dead person in the corner…””The day drags on like an eternity.Now you’re nothing but a blur,Marring my unfocussed vision.”The sterile, inanimate imagery there and there, combined with:”I drilled a hole in my skull,I’m a child again, Mother.”Which is most likely a satirical claim (to childhood, obviously the drilling is again an analogy, kind of like a figurative lobotomy), followed by a prediction of something LESS dire than a cursory glance would reveal.”Fade away, fade away, disappear…How are you gullible enough to believe in me?I never existed at all.”What he’s saying in this poem seems to be partly the opposite of what the words say (the satire), and partly a plea not to let the things he’s saying happen (the prediction). He feels as though you are treating him like a child (the lobotomy comparison with the drill, followed by “I’m a child again, Mother”). As for the prediction, it could be either his fading hope, or the fading or his relationship with you, or both. But it is definitely not suicidal. Otherwise it would have been something more along the lines of “I should have never existed”, a wish, not an analogy that he never existed in your eyes (obviously you know he exists, I’m speaking of a part of him, his “grown-up self”, which he wants you to acknowledge) With what you said about his lack of interest in church or talking to you, and your searching his room (which I’m sure he knows about), and you being “deeply worried” he won’t listen to you; obviously you are keeping a very close eye on him and trying to be a very, very involved parent, but I must ask…Do you realize that he feels like you are smothering him? That third poem is a plea for you to notice him, but not just to look at him and see him as your son, but to see him as a person. He is at an age where he has his own thoughts and feelings, and you have noticed yourself that he “doesn’t seem to care what you think”, but really, no matter how mad he may act with you in a moment, or how contrary he may be in some actions, he still loves you as the woman who gave him life and raised him. He just needs you to listen to him, to give his ideas a chance, and maybe to give him a little bit of freedom and trust.Up to a certain age you get the chance with your child to give them everything you know, to guide their actions, to filter the information they receive, and to do everything in your power to shape them into a good adult. But your son is at the point where no matter what you do you do not have all that power over him anymore. No matter what you do now, he has other influences : his own thoughts and feelings. If you have any questions or want to discuss any more of the writings in detail, please e-mail me at [email protected] . Good luck!

Am i definately Pregnant?

Q: I am 20 years old and have never had my period perfectly regular. My Cycles vary from 30-36 days apart. Back in December my period was 3 weeks late, and i called my doctor they day of my appointment was december 17th, and i had gotten my period that day, the doctor did a test anyway and said that i wasn’t pregnant obviously. Since then i do not remember getting my period again. It seems like i should have had it at least once since then but i cannot be positive. If i did it would have been january 22. This puts me at either 8 or 13 weeks without a period. I also have many many symptoms such asheadachesvision problems (my eyes get really dry and cause my eyes to go blurry which goes away in a few seconds when they are moist again)Excessive saliva for the last 4 weeks or so i have noticed swelling around my nipple which has gone away in the last couple daysBreast tenderness (starting to hurt to hug people)Bumps around my nipplestarting to see some veins around my breasti am getting bigger in the tummy, people have stopped asking me if i was pregnant and have started telling me i am when i say i do not know for sure.I also get little pains that feel like little pings across my belly, and everyonce ad a while it feels like menstrual cramps but nothing has really hurt just been able to feel itIncotenence when sneezing, coughing or strainingtingling in the nipples as well as my feetI have not had any bleeding at all so far, and saturday would be either month 2 or month 3 without a period!my husband and i were using pull out method and condoms(not at the same time… one or the other), so it seems unlikely that we should be pregnate so i am very worried that something is wrong, and i am scared to find out! I want to hear what you guys think? Did anyone else go through these symptoms as well while being irregular and using the same contraceptive methods as we? Being a mom is the best gift in the world and i dont want to get my hopes up if its not gonna happen so i really need some feed back! Thanks so much!I have done research on the sperm in precum and there are so many that say there is no sperm present in preejaculation because its the bodies way of cleaning out so that the sperm cannot die from the acidity of urine.also how many of you moms concieved with the pullout method??i have no harding as of right now, just my stomach increasing in size… it looks like a pregnate belly however

A: The pullout method is horrible. Precum has sperm too. Why don’t you just buy a pregnancy test from the pharmacy?