It seemed like one sentence and my mom and dad were there someone that worked at the hotel took me to the hospital. They said we had to take a tack it and have a SEAT! 10 minutes later they called are named. They took me to a room and put a shout in my head, then put in 8 stitches. The docker sad to take them out in 2 weeks.
Once they got me to the doctor’s office which truly felt like an eternity thanks to the pain. They signed me in and thankfully they told us we cannot take care of this kind of medical emergency. So they sent us off to a nearby hospital luckily the nurse from the doctor’s offices notified them that we were coming so when I got it they only took 15 minutes to see me in the emergency room. So when I finally got a doctor to see me they had to go give me twenty-five stitches or so then they had to go put it in a cast for a few
He did not listen to the advice given. When participating in hitting drills during practice, he collapsed and has a seizure. He was airlifted to a neurosurgical trauma center at Indiana University Health Methodist Hospital in Indianapolis. There was pressure on the skull and presents of brain swelling and a subdural hematoma, this is a collection of blood build up in the brain. He was in the hospital for 98 das, and suffered many other major problems related to his brain injury.
A boy named Eric from North Allegheny loved the sport so much he hadn’t told people when he wasn’t feeling the best. He had gotten a couple concussions before and followed doctors orders, but the biggest season of his life was coming up and couldn’t stand not being able to play and hear the crowd chant his name. After taking a few more blows he had gotten more concussions, but didn’t bother to tell any of his family or friends. They had noticed him acting completely different and wondered what was going on. Then one night at the dinner table he started having a seizure midsentence.
When he finally made it to an available nurse he barley said in between breaths “Room...134...she...her heart monitor...stopped.” She heard this and immediately ran towards her room. Tony barely could keep up with her and heard her say “Doctors we have a situation in room 134 I need assistance right now!”They finally made it to the room and declared her dead at the spot. “No...No this can’t be happening!” Tony said starting to cry. “Tony” a man that he didn’t recognize said as he walked into the room. “My name is Dr. Moore I need to ask you a few questions if you’re up to it.” Tony thought for a second and finally answered “I’m ready.
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
I do not know much about my surname Yost, since my father only knows our family lineage up to my great grandfather. Art, basketball, and soccer are three things I love to do. In fourth grade my teacher Mrs. Raben gave her students the project of drawing the “Starry Night” by Vincent van Gogh. finishing mine in about two weeks I was way behind everyone, but it was worth the effort, because it turned out to be a masterpiece. I first started doing art at Miriah Arts in kindergarten, where we shaped clay, performed in plays, painted, and doodled.
They were getting tired from running from the guards They ended up winning and fixing the teleporter. When they got home Louis asked where they been and Brian said, “in Stewie room”. Peter was confused because he went in there and didn’t see them and told Louis that they wasn’t in there. They looked everywhere in the house and asked neighbors if they saw them leave the house and they said no. When the family saw them they was so relieved and gave them a very very long hug, like they hugged them for an hour it was a very long
The room engulfed my nose a awful smell and looked atrocious with Bowel movements on the floor next to thr toilet and a musk in the room filled my nose with despair only because inmates had been in this place for days and haven’t took showers.They feed us a bologna sandwich with eggs and grape jelly a lot of the inmates didn’t eat it but I knew I had to keep my energy up. Face tattoos and deranged faces most of the guys there had been thru this process before as they stood around the very tight-spaced room like as if we wasn’t in a cell where we couldn’t tell time or see the
Grandma’s House Shoaib Arshad Drrng Drrng. Oh my god not again. Soon as I ended my sentence the other phone in our house went off ringing like crazy. All three different sounds of Drrng Drrng, a nerve wracking repetitive melody that is probably supposed to be relaxing, and of course my mom’s voice screaming: “Shoaib answer the phone!!”. As all five members of my family including me ignore my mom and the disturbing sound of the phones, pretending to be deaf, I get frustrated.