Man I went into the ER after bleeding out of my asshole for weeks, eventually bad enough that I was bleeding through my pants and underwear during the work day and staining my chair. The attending made me feel like I was absolutely wasting his time, then squeezed a blood clot the size of a lemon out of my asshole and sent me home.
I thought I was fucking dying when I went in. Then I thought I was dying when he was squeezing that fucker out. Then I thought I was dying from his withering disdain.
I think if I ever wind up with those symptoms again I'll just wait for death instead of going in.
I'm not sure if this is a typo or you're a prophet of The Great Burn and the subsequent mutant takeover of the world.