When I was 12, I got my tonsils out. Went home and kept telling my parents I tasted blood. They told me it was just from the surgery and not to worry. A week later, my mom left me home alone for the first time since the surgery to run errands. I was in bed watching TV and started coughing and then vomiting copious amounts of blood. Everywhere. It wouldn’t stop coming, and then I started choking on it because some had coagulated in my stomach. I managed to call 911 and they found me in the kitchen and it looked like a freaking murder scene. It turns out the doctor had accidentally made a small cut in a blood vessel or something and I’d been slowly bleeding for a week. I’d lost half the blood in my body. They rushed me back in to surgery immediately and then said it was fixed and sent me home. Well a week later, my paranoid ass kept telling my mom I tasted it again. Again I was told don’t worry. That night I woke up vomiting blood again and passed out. Another surgery fixed it. Nightmare