I had this happen to me as well.
I got up one morning to head to dialysis, and I was feeling wet. Well, I figured I had just been sweating while I was sleeping (it was still night). I got out of bed and started walking toward the bathroom and heard something land on the floor. I made it to the bathroom, and turned the light on to see my night shirt covered in blood
I immediately grabbed a handful of napkins to put over the site, and called back into the bedroom at my wife "Hun, I need an ambulance." I have never seen my wife move so fast! I was sitting on top of the toilet holding the pressure while my wife was running around calling EMS, putting the animals away, getting presentable, and watch outside for EMS (our house is hidden off the street). Once she got off the phone, I called my dialysis center to tell them that I wouldn't be in, and my tech started freaking out as well, telling me to sit down, apply pressure, and drink lots of water (stuff I have already done).
By the time EMS got there (about 5 min for first responders), the bleeding had already stopped, and I was just sitting in my bathroom still trying to finish waking up and comprehend what all had happened. They took my vitals and checked me over. It was determined that I was going to be ok, but still had to go to the hospital to put something back in the hole. Once the ambulance got there, I got in, and went to the hospital (didn't have to take the ambulance, but the wait at the ER of the hospital can be soooo long that I figured the ambulance ride would be my ticket to the express line
)
Once I got to the hospital, I found out that I wasn't going to be able to get a new perma cath that day. My potassium level was 7.1 and because of that, they weren't going to use any anesthesia to put in a new perma cath (darn Monopoly promotion at McD
). They put a shiley cath in and sent me down to dialysis to try to get my potassium level down and they would check it again in the morning. Well, the next morning, it was back somewhere in the 5 range, so I got a new perma cath placed in my shoulder.
That was the last catheter that I had, and it stayed for over a year. When it did come out, I found out that it basically had to be cut away from me...it had kinda grown on me.
Also, the weekend after all that happened, while I was at dialysis, my 3 1/2 year old son came into my bathroom with my wife, saw the catheter laying there in my sink, and told my wife "Daddy forgot his hose!!!"