Jo Beth had always bruised and bled pretty easily.  Many
years ago, in Jo Beth's freshman college year, her period had
started one night, and she'd jumped out of bed.  Her roommate
went racing for the door. "I'm calling the paramedics!" she'd
screamed.  Jo Beth had looked down at the puddle of blood
she was standing in, and remembered that her style of periods
was different than most.

After the autocide really kicked in, though, and after the
babies, things got worse.  One day at work, Jo Beth felt just a
moment's warning.   Right around the corner, a bathroom
--Yay!  She raced in, jammed up two O.B. Super-Plus (okay,
the second one didn't quite fit), and stuck a pad underneath.  
In the time it took to walk back around the corner, both
tampons fell out, soaked.   Blood gushed down her leg and
dripped onto the floor.  Her (male) coworker went racing to the
phone.  "It's just my period", Jo Beth called out as she ducked
into her office, closed the door--and died of embarrassment.  
Anti-Bodies and Anti-Coagulants

Where Jo Beth earns her nickname, "Red".
Study Questions:
Who thinks this is just gross and icky
and should have been left out?
Jo Beth didn't have an emergency.
She just had lupus.  
Bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed.
That nasty old uterus just had to go.
What NOT to
ask a patient
before surgery.