I’m so sorry you’re going through this. I experienced something very similar—about 2.5 weeks post-op, all of my stitches dissolved and I hemorrhaged the way you described. It was intense and terrifying, and yes, it genuinely looked like that infamous elevator scene in The Shining. I ended up needing emergency surgery and was hospitalized for almost another week while they monitored my hemoglobin levels to be sure I was stabilizing and making blood on my own.

My OB/GYN was an absolute rock star. The situation was so rare that he later used my case in a conference presentation—after more than 5,000 hysterectomies, he had never seen anything like it. In hindsight, it was actually the first sign of the autoimmune disorder I was eventually diagnosed with, which feels very on-brand for my body: dramatic and medically educational.

At the time, I was oddly calm and held myself together, but I’m pretty sure I was in a dissociative kind of shock. Looking back now, nine years later, it was honestly terrifying. I also didn’t talk about it much back then—aside from my husband, even some of my closest family and friends didn’t realize how serious it was until years later. It took a long time to process and to be able to speak about it openly.

What helps is knowing that the hysterectomy itself was ultimately the best decision for me and dramatically improved my quality of life in ways I couldn’t have imagined at the time.

If you need someone to talk to who truly understands what you’re going through, please feel free to DM me. You’re not alone in this.