The bell rang and as soon as I got out my stomach suddenly flipped on me and I started to throw up in the trash, thank god nobody saw me other than my art teacher Miss Noof I mean I wouldn’t like to be called “Puke Girl” for the rest of my elementary years. The look of worry in Miss Noof eyes was sincere none of the teachers genuinely care about their student like Miss Noof did but the way she rushed to help me and took me to the nurse’s room made me realize how much did she really care about us. I kept on throwing up in the nurse’s room I remember my poor mother who was at Qatar university at that time insisting on taking me to the hospital because she knew deep down that it was
“you can tell me to sit in a field of poisonous snakes” act 4 scene 1 line 71. This shows that Juliet was so scared that she decided she would do anything rather than go through he parents wrath. She feared her parents letting go of her or disowning her. ¨three times now riots have broken out in this city all casual word from you old Capulet and Montague¨act 1 scene 1 line 86. This shows that they fought constantly and made the two scared that their parents would only get more mad.
Laci whimpered again as the figure loomed over her. Then all at once she had her arms around his leg and her teeth plunging into his ankle. Warm copper smelling blood filled her mouth and ran over her face, matting into her hair. Her assailant screamed loudly as Laci pulled away violently, severing his Achilles tendon. The now-wailing man fell into a puddle, water mixing with his own blood, gazing in horror at the sight before him.
The surgery went fine but, the healing process the absolute worst. The nurses kept telling me that the more I tried to get through it the faster I would heal. I did whatever they told me and ended up out of the hospital in less that five days. I was back to normal in less than two weeks, although my mom was not convinced and I was not allowed to do basically anything. Courage is shown in the simplest things; I would not have been able to get through this without courage and hope.
I couldn’t even begin to fathom how painful it would be to have this done to me. I didn’t sleep at all. The next day I awoke as stressed as could be, I couldn’t keep anything down as the thought of unbearable pain ran laps around my mind. As I lay in bed I hear my mom yell up at me to get dressed, it was time to go. As
During my summer break of 2011, I broke my ankle on father’s day. I broke my tibia, fibula and cracked my platelet in my ankle. My mom rushed me to a hospital where we waited two hours for me to be seen. After a while my mom got frustrated and very impatient she then helped me back into the car and rushed me to children’s hospital where they wheeled me to an emergency room and put me to sleep. They began to place my bones back into place.
When I was around ten years old, I broke my femur skiing. It was a pretty bad break, and I ended up having to stay in the hospital for two and half weeks in traction, and then a body cast for four months, followed by extensive rehab and physical therapy. This injury played a huge role in my life and is actually what motivated me to go into the health care industry, specifically nursing. Because of my injury, I wasn’t able to go to school for a lot of that time. I had two tutors that would come and help me with school.
When she was 20, she decided to leave the house and run away from home to live with someone else. I felt a massive amount of cognitive dissonance because her behaviors were not associated with the Stephanie I grew up with in my childhood. I felt uncomfortable with the fact that she left the house for no apparent reason, and it felt unusual to me that she would go and do this. She never seemed like she was going to leave the house and disappear from my life for a month. She also never wanted to be away from my younger sister and me.
I went to the doctor the next day and was there forever like an hour or more only for him to tell me he had no idea what was wrong so it was a waste of time to even be there. I then went on the get and MRI and X rays which were sent to a specialist. The specialist was a very young man maybe in his thirties which was different for me because every doctor I had ever gone to was an older person. We waited forever once again while the specialist took a closer look at the X-rays but he finally was able to figure out what was wrong and his face was not looking good when he walked into the room once again. I feared the worst while I was sitting on the table and when he walked in with a intense looking face I knew it was bad.