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I Went To The Emergency Room On Christmas Day
“Am I going to die, Dad?”
“Am I going to die?”
I asked my father that as he lowered me into our bathtub.
Warning: I’m about to get a little graphic here, so I apologize.
Seconds earlier, I fainted while on the toilet. I awoke to the sounds of rummaging and tense voices. It was 1 AM on Christmas Day, and I looked down to realize I was sitting on a toilet filled with blood.
My hearing was shot. Almost like somebody stuffed two ear plugs deep into my ears, and with all the blood I was losing I thought I was seconds away from death.
It was very scary.
Looking back now, it all makes sense as to why I was actually okay, but when you’re shitting blood, passing out on the toilet, and feel weaker than someone who hasn’t eaten for a week, you’ll start thinking the worst.
Everyone in my house thought the worst. All six of my family members did.
I went to the bathtub to wash the blood off my lower extremities. Getting naked in front of your Dad at 1 AM on Christmas is something I never thought would occur. I hobbled out of the bathtub clutching my junk and I’m pretty sure I flashed everybody. Oops. I had no idea what was going on.
