Ok, That Was Scary!! (graphic)

So here's the deal. I've been on I.V. meds for about two and a half weeks and I've noticed that they're not really working that great anymore. They seemed to be doing something at the start but two nights ago I had a fever of 101.3 and my chest has been more sore. My coughs have also been more rough and phlegmy. Yum! Today, when we were visiting Jeff's cousin and his wife, I started coughing while holding their brand new baby girl. I knew from the watery consistency that it was blood but I didn't say anything because I didn't want to freak everyone out but I handed the baby over to daddy right away. It seemed to clot pretty quickly so I didn't worry too much as this has happened on many occasions before. Later, when Jeff and I were just starting to enjoy the movie the Blind Side, I started coughing up blood again but this time it was A LOT! The sink looked like a scene from Dexter. Not pretty!1 Of course my mom was panicking, as any concerned mom would do, and called 911 because of the amount of dark blood that just continued to come up. Like I said, I'm used to the occasional episode of blood puking but this was even starting to worry me. The first two to come downstairs was an ambiguous female and nerdy male whom I later found out were fire fighters which would explain the following: they asked me to check my blood sugar and switch from my oxygen to their oxygen (both at the same time by the way, not by design but it was happening so fast that things were being thrown at me: questions, meters, masks, you name it). The paramedics came down soon after. By this time I was sitting on the stairs and the blood has stopped spewing but I was extremely emotional and very intimidated. They switched me back to my air and were puzzled as to why I was checking my sugars. I felt super silly for having all this attention on me and the thought crossed my mind that I might be tying these nice guys up when they could be saving someone's life for real. We were worried though and they didn't seem to mind. I decided not to take the ride to the hospital with them because they would have been forced to take me to the Cambridge hospital which is not where all my doctors are. We made the decision that since it had stopped we would wait until the morning to call my nurse to see MY doctor ASAP. We were planning on doing this anyways. We only called 911 because we were concerned the bleeding was not going to stop. What good would it have done for me to sit in emerge with doctors that have no clue what to do anyways right? Jeff, my mom, Dan and I were all pretty shook up. Needless to say, I need those lungs sooner than later. Sorry for the crappy Mother's Day mom :(