"It was Jan 2013, I hadn't long turned 20. I had never had a steady period ever since I started them at 11 and not like your "Normal" person. I couldn't pin point them at all, they came when they fancied! Times they would last, times could be a day and half if that. My body just liked keeping me on my toes.
I hadn't long started sleeping with my then boyfriend and after every time there was blood, not just a little but quite a bit of blood. So I went to the doctors and after a purely embarrassing check by a doctor who didn't look that much older than my self, she decided to test me for STIs. Truthfully I was insulted as firstly she hurt me then said this.
As time went on I didn't hear anything from the doctors, I'd had blood tests in the mean time. So roll on to March 15th 2013, My mums birthday actually. I had a doctors appointment and she just said I was suffering from anemia due to the lack of blood however she still didn't know what was going on. I remember this doctor; she looked a bit like she should be out hugging trees she had big curly hair!
So I took her advice and I carried on, of course I wasn't going to think anything different. 27th March 2013, I was at my then boyfriends house, we'd been out then I had been playing a board game I remember, then I went upstairs to the toilet. I was on the loo as normal and sorted my self out as it was my time of the month then I must have moved a couple of feet if that and it felt like I wet my self, I was sodden.
Quickly I went back to the toilet and for some reason I had brought my phone with me, so I text for help and I began shouting. I could hear drip drip drip . I remember standing up and looking to see what it was and it appeared to be a large clot of blood hanging down. It was vile.
Still to this day I am not sure how long I was waiting , I felt dizzy and I tried not to fall into the bath as this was next to the toilet . The next thing I was on the floor and my hair was everywhere and it was being held back while I was trying not to be sick then I remember waking back up and still no ambulance but then I woke up and these two men appeared. I'll never forget these men, I owe these men my life. They were so kind I remember waking up and asking them for a bacon sandwich, of course I was hungry.
They had trouble getting a drip in my arm I as I had lost that much blood, two - three drips later I was moved I was taken to hospital, I remember as I was awake and getting back to my cheeky self they put the blue lights on to make me smile. I was then transferred to another hospital.
I met two women, one with dark hair and kind eyes and one with spikey funky hair. I was taken to be examined by the doctor and I was packed, this lady with such kind eyes, she kept me calm. I was so scared; I remember crying for my mum through it all; they injected me to try calm me down.
I was really scared, truthfully thinking about it now i'm filling up. I'd only been in hospital for breaking my arm as a child and tonsils being removed. I remember I got to see my mum and dad about midnight that night the kind nurse brought them too me along with a tuna sandwich. We had no idea what was going on.
The last I saw of this kind nurse was 5am the following day when she came to take blood. She rang up asking after me at a later date. I never saw her again, I'd love to tell her I'm studying to be a nurse because of her kindness."
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