Walking into our hotel room the lingering odor of smoke hit us, and outside we could hear our neighbor on the phone fighting with what seemed to be his wife. Only after five minutes of being there we quickly made the decision that this is not where we will be staying. We walked back through the heat looking for a different hotel, and we found one. One that looked clean and inviting. After taking long well needed naps, we all woke up and had to face the situation of how we were going to get home.
My mom was complaining of chest pains and shortness of breath, I knew something was up. My dad told me to go wake up my brother and get dressed, we were going to the hospital. The drive down there was almost something out of a movie, dense fog and light rain all in the middle of the night. The drive from our little cabin to a hospital took nearly thirty minutes, those seemed like the longest minutes of my life. That night I found out my mom had a heartattack.
I was helping and getting ready to leave. When we where finnally packed we got in the car and left. It was about an eight hour drive so I played on my phone, ipad,and I thumbed restled woth my brother to past the time. When we got to the hotel my dad got the key card and everyone went to bed but most of us went to bed a couple hours later from when we got there. Few days aftre doing diffrent activities my mom and dad where in there hotel room looking for things to do.
Later in the recovery room I begun to feel the difference, the heaviness of my leg the swelling, and overall numbness endured by the mandatory nerve block. After 30 minutes the redressed me in my snap up sweats, and a ratty old soccer shirt. slowly placed me into a wheel chair and eased me into the back seat of my mothers suv. The first two weeks were easy, staying in bed, while watching television not allowing my self to even think about putting weight on my leg even to use the bathroom. The only struggle was showering, my incision was to new to be wet, without fear of infection;therefore I had to sit in my shower with chair covering my leg with a 12 gallon trash bag securely fastened around my leg propped up to decrease swelling.
I have gotten many stitches in my life but I am going to talk about the the first time I got stitches. It was when I was 11 years old, there was school that day in fifth grade. I woke up and told my mom I don't feel too well, so I stayed home from school. I got my legos and started building my car, I never liked using the instructions, I just made my own creations. As I was playing with my legos my knee went over a nail in the floor that would not go down there was blood everywhere.
Since we weren’t allowed to smoke, I was always anxious. Cigarettes help me calm down, as well as Soda and the rest. One night, we were just getting ready for bed, we heard a knock at the window. We looked out and saw Two-Bit’s goofy grin. “Two-Bit!
“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. What do you need?” “I need” the doctor said very softly “you to tell me what happened when her heart monitor stopped.” They sat again in pure silence. Tony broke the silence “She was sitting straight up in her bed her eyes were black with yellow pupils she was talking in an extremely shrill voice” The doctor looked at him like he was crazy “Well…” he said no longer facing Tony “She’s awake…and we had to strap her down she’s gone completely
Robert lays his head on Edna’s arm until she pushes him off, after he lays his head down on her yet again, Being surprised and scared by Robert’s actions, Edna says nothing to Robert, who did not think much of it. One morning in the summer, Edna calls upon Robert to go to the Chênière with her. During the service Edna gets a headache and becomes dizzy, so Robert takes her to his friend Madame Antoine’s house to sleep. Once Edna awakens, she goes out and lays on the ground beside Robert. Chopin then tells the reader, “Edna and Robert both sat upon the ground-that is, he lay upon the ground beside her, occasionally picking at the hem of her muslin gown.”(42).
Dark circles were present around his eyes from lack of sleep, his face pale from malnutrition and his lips chapped lips from dehydration. And the one who made him like this? Kuroko Tetsuya. And that was the name of the teal-haired boy lying unconscious on the bed. As if it were porcelain, Akashi gently caressed Kuroko 's face.
So about nine and a half months later I saw duke starting to change he started acting way better for example not jumping on people not biting and just all around better. I noticed it on a Friday and once I got up normally when I first wake up he 's laying on my bed licking my face, but when I woke up that morning thinking here it comes I didn 't feel anything just the smoothness of my soft pillow and my warm blanket. I thought he must be in the living room, but when I turned over all I saw was him lying there calmly I was shocked I jumped out of bed and I went to the living room and I noticed he followed and I thought he was just going to jump on me once I got on the sofa but he didn’t all he did was stay on the ground and watched me and he didn’t do anything . So I told myself I will think of it at school so I did and nothing clicked, I was thoughtless. So I asked my mother what was wrong with Duke and she told me she 's been taking him to obedience class and once she stated that I was shocked and went on through the day thinking all