On the morning of August 12th 2012, I woke up and felt physically sick. I’d woken up like this every day for over a year. But, this morning it was blood. I remember my heart sinking. When I was sick for the third time and it was still blood, I knew something was seriously wrong. I’d been at a party the night before and drank heavily.
This was something I’d done every day and night for months. I made my excuses and went home to bed. When I woke a couple of hours later I thought the sickness had passed, suddenly I was violently sick again and it was more blood than before. My partner took me to hospital where I continued being sick. I was rushed into a room with a large amount of medical staff around me. The last thing I remember was someone saying I’d lost a litre of blood just in the waiting room.