It was a Thursday.
I woke up that morning, realized I was a week early yet again, and headed to the bathroom. I had never had blood clots before, so I didn’t have any idea how much blood there would be. Clumps of black blood were everywhere. Literally. My mother had me stay home from school for the next two days, and cooked me lots of steak to try to combat the blood loss.
The following Monday, I returned to school. I remember standing there during lab, and then I remember coming to on the floor. A friend saw me falling and kept my head from smashing into the tiles. My teacher had the same friend walk with me to the school nurse.
Embarrassed and uneasy, I explained to the nurse that I’d had a particularly heavy period. She asked if I wanted to call my parents. I said no. She suggested I call my mom regardless, and pushed the rotary phone towards me. Even though I didn’t want to, I dialed the number. My mom asked if I was well enough to go back to class, and I said yes. Other than that, she was very quiet.
When I went home from school that day, my mother asked me, “Why did you call me? Why didn’t the school nurse call me herself?”
I answer her as honestly as possible. “I don’t know, Mom.” I don’t even want to ask, but I do. “Why?”
“I don’t believe you, that’s why.”
“But mom….” The blood was everywhere. “Why would I lie to you about passing out in school?”
“To make me feel guilty.”
“But mom…” Frustrated, I avert my eyes. I sigh. There’s nothing I can say. I try to compose myself because I don’t want to be accused of giving her a nasty look. “Okay, Mom.”
I walk away; the thirty feet between us is boundless.
This week’s Trifecta Writing Challenge was the word uneasy. (And if this piece doesn’t make you uneasy, I don’t know what will.) Also, thank you to Trifecta for providing us with these challenges and for building a sense of community.
*Credit goes to Death Cab for Cutie for the title. This is a lyric from “What Sarah Said”. Thank you (in advance) for realizing that suing me wouldn’t be worth your time.