We all got in the car and drove to the hospital, when we got there they were packed so it took a very long time. My grandma was working at the same hospital. She met us down in the waiting room. When we finally got in the they gave me a shot that hurt a lot the doctors said that they gave it to me because there was rust on the nail. They said to my mom that it would be awhile before I get help so they gave me a iPad and turned on the TV.
I don’t blame them. I really don’t. I slept in the garage the night he died, and I broke all the goddam windows with my fist, just for the hell of it” (Salinger 38-39). Holden got to the point maybe because of anger issues and him not knowing how to cope with the death of his brother. Holden is very young when he loses his brother, which could be the reason he does not know how to deal with the situation correctly.
Luke did not want anyone to know about him being sick so Julie was supposed to pick him up and then take him to the doctor. When they got to the doctors office the waiting room was full of sniffling kids. Forty minutes went bye and the door to the outside of the office had opened and Luke’s mom rushed in: “Nancy! Why are you here? The doctor told me to come.
Sally also had a generalized psychological vulnerability that was instilled by her father’s Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Her specific psychological vulnerability came from her fathers constant dieting and worry over body shape and size. While her family life was focused around diet and exercise, Sally did not fit the desired look of the family. At age 15 due to the stress of family and friends teasing her, Sally counted calories and lost weight. While this made her feel good she started noticing red marks on her skin and this is when the picking of perceived imperfections began.
I hit the swing I opened my head I remember seeing blood on head my father sees it as well. He panics makes me more worried I start crying he takes to a hospital in Mexico called la Cruz roja. Then they put me in a room just with doctors to stitch me up. Once again like I said earlier, I can never be without my father so I start crying really loud calling for my father kicking and punching the doctors so they had to hold me down so they can give me this medicine so I would calm down and so they can stitch me up after that. I was honestly surprised that I had not died, I remember asking my father why didn’t I die if I was bleeding from my head.
They referred me to the UK hospital that night. I hugged my many sibling goodbye as we all tried to hold back tears. That was one of the few times I actually realized what I was getting into was serious.The hour drive was filled with fear of what was wrong and shock that there was something wrong. Taken into the ER, I was constantly being questioned by groups of students and doctors that would enter my room. No one had any answers, only questions and hypotheses.
I barely had enough time to say goodbye to my husband and my mom before the anesthesiologist put twilight medicine in my IV, I don’t remember anything after that. Later on, my husband told me I was crying as the surgeons rolled me down the hallway and saying how much I loved
During that time my mom had wrapped my finger in a towel and applied pressure above the cut to stop the bleeding or slow it down at least. My dad drove like he always does all casually like. For him there is no big deal of seeing your child finger cut to the bone and bleeding profusely in the back of his car. While on the other hand my mother was freaking out. Once they got me to the doctor’s office which truly felt like an eternity thanks to the pain.
When I was in 6th grade I couldn’t focus in class or focus on really anything. I was constantly moving and had to be active or I’d start getting body shakes just to get energy out. When my parents became aware of this they were immediately concerned and took me to the doctor soon after. I was taken to a testing center where they put a weird looking red hat on my head, put some sort of gel on the top of my head and asked me a bunch of questions. The whole procedure took about an hour and by the end I was diagnosed with ADHD.
I know that having a future means that I will move forward in time, but the rest is unknown. It’s a good thing, though, because that way, the mystery serves as motivation for me to work harder, even if it’s just to see what my life will turn out to be. I see the best part of having a future is just knowing that you can reach higher and bigger goals in life, meet new people, acquire more information, etc. A “future” is a little ambiguous to me. Just thinking about it, however, gets me hyped up because I already have high hopes for myself!
• Bruising or redness at the base of the thumb. This can spread to the whole thumb and part of the hand. • Swelling over the injured area. • Difficulty grasping or pinching with the injured thumb due to weakness or pain. • A lump (mass) may be felt under the skin in the inured area if the injury is severe.
The first couple times his mother brought him into the hospital she was told that he was just teething, then they took x-rays to see if he had any broken bones and he did not so they again, sent him home. After about almost two months of Kian still not getting any better his mom; being from Newcastle, brought him to the city’s Royal Victorian Infirmary. When he got there the first thing they did was draw blood, but it was very difficult because his blood was colting instantly. Right away when Kian came in the doctors thought that it was a bone infection that Kian had so they kept him in overnight for observation. After the blood tests came back the doctors discovered the horrific truth that Kian had cancerous cells in his body.