Golf Ball Size Blood Clot Period Novels & Stories

the doctor advised. Six months? Wilson had a bitter smile. Six months would not work at all. Their baby would be born before that, and if blood was needed by then, the current stock for their rare blood type would not be sufficient at all. More importantly, there were very few such rare blood types in blood banks. "Moving forward, I'll have a blood draw once a month," Wilson said stubbornly. There was only a few months left before Clara went into labor. He hoped there would be enough blood stock just in case it was needed.

I ask, leaning back on Dominic's chest. Dr. Walsh shakes his head, "Not at all, but you need to rest and..." he looks up at Dominic before returning his eyes to me, "not have any more excitement for a while. Here, let's check once more." He lays me down flat and grabs the wand, lifting my gown again. Then, he glides the wand over my stomach and stops. "Ah," he says, typing on the keyboard as he clicks the mouse. "You have a small blood clot here," he clicks the mouse again. "And here," he says. "That must have been what was causing the pain."

'But what" Demi Moore widened her eyes and glared at the doctor, her hands clasped at the hem of her shirt. "But..." He spoke again, seeing Demi Moore's urgency so he didn't go round and round: "I can't guarantee that the blood clots in his head will dissolve, his memory will recover, and neither will he. I don't know if he can get back to normal again. Therefore, this period is not known how long it will be."

"Evelyn, stop all this nonsense. The maximum blood loss during your period is typically around 60 ml. Next time, try thinking up a more plausible excuse." Evelyn smiled bitterly. She'd already made it so clear to him, yet he still didn't believe her. If he was concerned about her a bit more, he'd continue asking her about it. And if he understood her a little more, he would also know that she was never reluctant to help other people. But this was the reality that showed if he truly loved her or not. Clara's tiny scratch sent him into such a frenzy, and yet, she'd been through a dangerous miscarriage and even went under the knife for it, but he never realized.

One moment it was light, almost insignificant, and the next, it was as if my body couldn’t contain it anymore. Yes, I know what you’re probably thinking maybe I was menstruating. That had been my first thought, too. I expected it. But this wasn’t normal. It didn’t feel normal. It was too much and too thick. Today, I had a blood clot. A large, dark clot, heavy and undeniable. It wasn’t just a little bit of blood; it was like I had spilled my entire body’s worth of it onto the bed. I couldn’t stop looking at the stain, knowing it was the evidence of something I couldn’t understand. My stomach churned with fear. This wasn’t right and I am dead scared.