When I was 22, I had dropped a mayo jar and jumped hoping to avoid the glass shards, but I landed right on glass and ended up at the ER with stitches. Fast forward, a week and my legs hurts so d**n bad that when I went to my PCP to have my stitches removed I decided to tell her how much pain I was in. She took one look at my leg and sent me to the ER.

My husband had to call my Mom on April Fool’s Day to tell her I was being admitted to the hospital with a life threatening DVT and that I would be hospitalized for at least a week. My mom of course didn’t believe him since I was 22, an athlete and very active. She kept telling him that his prank was dumb.

My doctor had to call my mom to get her to believe the situation lol.