


She attributed the pain and bleeding to my recent change of birth control.įive months passed. I called my doctor immediately, and she told me to take some ibuprofen and lie down for a bit.

Prior to this, I’d always thought I had a high pain tolerance, but I couldn’t stand the feeling in my body and curled up in a fetal position. This was an offer I desperately wanted to refuse.Īn hour after cleaning up the murder scene and two calls to my mother, pain seized my midsection and spread to my lower abdomen. While I was comforted I hadn’t woken up in the 1972 film The Godfather, I almost fainted upon realizing my legs were drenched in blood belonging to me rather than a horse. Dark red stains covered my white sheets, and everything below my torso felt wet, as if I had peed myself. In July of 2018, I thought I had woken up next to a severed horse head.
