This actually happened about 7 weeks ago, so I can tell most of the outcome at this point. I was coming home from working my graveyard shift. It was the end of my work week, I was tired, and I wasn’t feeling great. (Found out later it was covid, but that’s neither her nor there as far as my vagina is concerned.)
Anyway, I parked inside the garage and entered the house. I am a casino cocktail waitress, so I was still in uniform. Short skirt, 2” heels, and nylons. As I enter the house, hands full, I head to the kitchen to set my stuff on the counter. Between me and the kitchen is an entryway where we have a dog gate. It’s not a very big one, as we had a 5lb Morkie, but the entry way itself was quite wide, so the gate was a long, three paneled, wooden, hinged gate. I tended to always just walk over the gate, and this time was no different, especially since my hands were full. I lifted my leg to walk over, but as I did, my toe caught the top of the gate, and I started to fall. Shit. I realize I’m falling and as I instinctively reach out to catch myself, my work bag goes flying across the floor, along with my coffee cup, and I’m almost to the floor when I feel the most indescribable pain I have ever felt in my life. Far worse than childbirth, a c-section, an episiotomy….far worse.
When I tripped and started to fall, the hinged gate also tipped, and with one leg behind the gate and one folded in midair, my body landed, full force, squarely between my legs on the top edge of the wooden gate. A second later, I crashed to the floor and let out a yell. My immediate response was to grab where it hurt, and so my hand went straight to my vagina. All I could feel was immense pain, but I instantly knew I was bleeding. I got up as quick as I could to get to the bathroom, as I heard my daughter (24)yell from upstairs asking if I was okay. As loudly as I could, I yelled, “No, bring me a wet towel, fast!” I got into the bathroom and looked down as I started unzipping my skirt. I could see blood already pouring down my legs through my nylons. I kicked my shoes off and pulled my skirt, nylons, and underwear all down at the same time. I shit you not, blood was pouring out of my vagina like water out of a hose. I immediately sat on the toilet and grabbed a wad of toilet paper and tried to stop the blood. The pain was beyond excruciating.
At that moment, my boyfriend and daughter rushed up to the doorway and looked in horror at the pool of blood on the floor, my legs covered in blood, the blood running down the sides of the toilet, and my pale face. I stood and grabbed the wet towel out of my daughters hand, and as I removed the wad of toilet paper, more blood started cascading out of me and I shoved the wet towel between my legs and pressed my legs together to keep it as tightly compressed as I could. I leaned against the wall, feeling very weak as my boyfriend grabbed me and pulled me out of there and slowly got me to a chair to sit down.
I don’t really remember the next couple minutes, because I apparently passed out. But I remember sitting there, tightly holding the towel to my vagina, my daughter standing in front of me with a look of horror, and my boyfriend sitting across from me looking as pale as I must have at that moment. The pain was beyond description. I sat there for a few minutes, eyes closed, tightly compressing the towel, my boyfriend and daughter wanting to call an ambulance or rush me to the ER. I asked them to just give me a couple minutes first. I finally opened my eyes and said, “Okay, which one of you wants to look at my vagina?” They both looked at me, then to each other. My daughter quickly said, “Umm…I can. I’ll look. Can I use my phone flashlight?” I nodded as I spread my legs and slowly removed the towel. My boyfriend sat and put his head in his hands as my daughter bent down and shone her flashlight at my vagina. Her eyes widened. She turned to my boyfriend and said, “Maybe you should come look since you know what it normally looks like.” He got up and came over, and til the day I die (which was obviously not that day) I will never forget the two of them bending over, phone flashlight in hand, peering down at my vagina with horror on their faces, as I’m silently praying, “Please don’t let my son (19) walk down here right now”.
At this point, my daughter insisted that she was taking me to the ER. I managed to get on a pair of sweats and get into the car, towel still firmly compressed. The bleeding had slowed quite a bit by now but hadn’t stopped. My boyfriend stayed and cleaned up the murder scene in the bathroom and bloody footprints on the floor and carpet, as he texted me for updates. When we got to the ER, there was a line of patients out the door and around the corner. There was dozens of people that hadn’t even checked in and hours long wait. I wasn’t special. I told my daughter, “Forget this. Let’s go to the pharmacy and you can run in and buy me some witch hazel pads (episiotomy trick) while I call my doctor.
Fast forward….my boyfriend got me to my doctor, and I had a small tear on my outer labia, and a 2” tear on the inside of my labia next to my clitoris. She said if the bleeding started up again, I would need to get stitches, but I promised to go home, stay down, and take care of it for the next few days. The first time I peed was a “fuck fuck fuck fuck” moment, as that pain was almost as bad as the original pain. I was out of work a total of 9 days before I was able to go back. I walk about 10 miles per shift, so working wasn’t an option. It took 6 days for the bleeding to completely stop. My entire pubic area was black and blue for almost 3 weeks, and although I don’t feel anymore pain today, there is still bumps down there that I assume are scar tissue but will know after my upcoming OBGYN appointment. I don’t pee the same as I used to. It comes out slower and less streamlined, but perhaps that will change over time. Sex is fine again, thankfully, but my boyfriend was hesitant when we tried the first time because he was afraid to hurt me.
But I’d say, seven weeks later, it’s now just a dramatic story I can tell. Unfortunately, I feel like I can now say that I have an idea what it feels like when a guy gets hit in the balls…maybe times a hundred. I can’t even imagine if this happened to a guy. 10/10 would NOT recommend.
TL;DR Tripped and landed on my vagina, resulting in a huge cut, massive blood loss, and trauma to my daughter and boyfriend. Learned to walk around, not over things.