After reading about her bleeding, something popped into my mind that happened 60 years ago. My twin sisters, who were six at the time, and I was seven, had our tonsils removed at the same time. They laid me at the foot of the bed because I was bleeding too much. At one point, I woke up and vomited blood all over. It seemed like gallons, and spew on the walls and all over my sister's bed.
I had no buzzer to call the nurse, and when they saw the mess, they gave my sister heck for not calling them. Anyway, my other sister and I were released the next day, and Carolyn, the one I splashed with blood had to stay a few more days because of all the bleeding. It just NOW occurred to me that they kept the wrong kid!
How strange to remember this after all that time.