An Unbleedable Tail On March 18, 2014, I thought I was a goner. Just about a week before that I had went and got my tonsils taken out. That day was just one of those days, nothing was going right. After the surgery the doctor came in and explains that the surgery went well but I did bleed more than most people and instead of cauterizing the holes shut, he had to stitch one. The stitches where already huge problem even before I left the hospital. I could feel something pricking my throat but I could get it out. Once I got home, I tried to eat but that single stitch made it difficult. It felt like a needle back there poking me. I wanted to reach back there and rip it out. You can't even imagine the irritation it caused me. After attempting to eat with no prevail, I went in my room, plopped down on my bed and rested as the doctor ordered. I just wanted that stitch out of there, that way I could feel better again and be back in school with my friends.
Eventually, my week of rest and boredom was almost over. It was Friday and my friend Angel was coming over to stay and help me with the work I had missed. All that week I was tasting blood here and there, and yes we went
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People were starting at us, I had a bloody towel over my shoulder and a bowl of blood full clots and water. No wonder people were looking at me funny. They gave us a room right away and then it happened, I started puking. My mom ran out yelling for a doctor. She didn’t know why I was puking these bloody clot things, it scared her to death. Soon ran in and put an I.V and talking to my mom trying to figure out what was going one. By this time I'm freaking out, shaking and saying "oh gosh!" I thought I was dying. I didn't want to die, I didn't get to go to a dance, get married and have children. I didn't do anything. I was only fourteen. Angel really was an Angel that day she helped me with everything without her, my mom and I wouldn't have made
I was sitting in the room for a couple hours as the doctors decided what to do to me. They decided to wrap my foot, they gave me crutches, and sent me home. They also sent me home to go to a local
The truck driver got out the truck asking me if I was ok but I ran down the sidewalk to my house to tell my mom.
My mom at this time was already freaking out and in tears. We rushed my sister to the hospital and found out that, the influenza she had for about a week now, was strongly attacking her immune system, causing her muscles to weaken. That night was the first time I slept at a hospital; my mom and I were by my sister’s side as she was flat on a hospital bed, plugged
I had never felt so sick or so scared before. The nurses acted fast, administering an antidote to the Tylenol through an IV in my arm. As soon as my mom heard the news, she dropped everything and made the two-hour drive to the hospital, arriving after midnight. I felt ashamed that she had to see me in that state, and guilty for how much I must have worried her. I spent my first two days there hooked up to machines and too weak to stand up for longer than a couple minutes at a time, and she stayed by my side.
New Plans One Saturday morning, I woke up at seven in the morning to go to an amusement park called Six Flags. The plans had been made days ago, my two older sisters, my brother, a friend of ours and I would be going to Six Flags and spend the entire day there. As I got up after finally getting my alarm to finally shut up I walked over to the bathroom to take a shower when I realized that the ground was spinning, in my eyes at least, I had a vile taste in the back of my throat. I quickly fell back onto my bed feeling like if I hadn’t
When my mom saw me, she began to scream hysterically; and my dad quickly started the car in effort to bring me to the hospital as soon as
Misdiagnosed November was when the pain started. I was dizzy at church one Wednesday night. I did not think much of it. Though, now, I think I should have. Looking back, I should have mentioned it to someone there or I should gone home early, but I did not.
waaaaaaa! I was born. The doctors took me into the instant care room. My mom said why can’t I see my daughter they didn’t answer but they said nothing with a wonder in there eyes.
To even make it worse the doctor told my mom there was nothing they could do and I would have to be airlifted to the children’s hospital in Grand
I didn’t know what exactly was happening but my parents were worried. I saw them run from place to place in the house. They were grabbing things from everywhere, I never saw them as stressed as they were that day. My mom was sending me downstairs but I never liked it there, it was too dark.
I was sad, I thought I was never gonna walk again. I was told how it 's going to help, but we will get into that later. My mom told me and I cried, I cried and cried. I didn 't know what to do because I never knew that I would have to go through the pain I went through. Then came the hospital.
The nurse told me to look away and slowly pushed the IV into my arm. I was thinking that with the pain I felt in my leg the needle going in was just a pinch. The Emergency Room Doctor ordered morphine to stop the pain. It took a while, but the pain started to go away. Either that or I was feeling good enough not to
As blood splattered on me I got a flashback of my family’s
Under the knife I remember my very first surgery. It wasn’t major but to me, an 8-year-old child, the thought of having needles and knives and people all around me scared me awfully. When my mom first told me I’d have to have teeth removed I thought I was going to die.
A memorable day I my life is when I first found out I was a diabetic. I was scared and didn’t really understand what was happening. I was too sick, and for the most part out of my mind. But, what I do remember is a lot of pain and a few visitors. It wasn’t the best day and I don’t remember every detail.