Barely walking, stomach aching, head spinning as I got into the car. I had to go to the hospital in the middle of the night and I had no idea why. I was alone with me and a nurse from summer’s best two weeks. It had only been a day, and it was happening again. It had been a year since I had gone to summer’s best two weeks in Boswell, PA, but the joy of seeing my friends from the previous year did not last long.
It’s probably because you’re not here next to me. I miss you so much and wish I could have your strong arms wrapped around me while I sleep. I love you, It was so incredibly lovely to hear your amazing voice this morning, It was the perfect way to start my day and I hope you have a great day ahead of you. I can say it a million times and it still won’t be enough: I LOVE YOU. Your love is amazing.
While the “rememories” Sethe speaks of are not actual tangible things you can run into, memories, especially traumatic ones, can seem to be so real in the moment that we feel as though we have been swept back in time. When I think back on memories where something traumatic has happened, they are the most crisp, clear, vivid memories I possess. At this point in the novel, I realized that Sethe may have some degree of PTSD from her time at “Sweet Home.” Because often people who suffer from PTSD feel as though they are actually in a previous traumatic experience, and it seems as though this is what happens to Sethe. The other thing that caught my eye in this passage was Morrison’s diction and style of writing. It is straight to the point, and very real.
I was scared at first because the flight attendant was also calling my name and I did not know who to listen to. When it all went away, I took a nice nap because I was tired and I woke up in the nurse 's office, not remembering a single thing that was happening. I was obviously confused with the situation that I was being placed in at that time, but I knew that I could trust them. She told me that I had come earlier that day and complained of a headache and was told to lie down. I took a nap and missed some of my next class.
I was slowly forgetting about the depressing day I had and all I could think about was crawling into bed and sleeping off the horrific memories. Your seventeenth birthday is supposed to be an incredible day where you 're almost an adult but can still act like a child, but for me it was a nightmare that never ended. I have lived through so many tragedies and I will never be able to erase those haunting
Dreams can be about anything and can range from exciting to terrifying. Non REM is where there are no eye movements during sleep. There’s three stages of Non-REM: Stage 1: Your eyes are closed but you can be woken up from your sleep easily but only lasting 5-10 minutes, Stage 2: The rate of your heart slows, the temperature of your body drops, and you’re ready for an deep sleep, Stage 3: You’re in deep sleep and it’s harder to wake you up and if you did get woken up then you would be confused and/ or in a daze. But during the
However I still think it’s an enviable trait. My birthmark started a lot of conversations with people, and constantly talking about my “flaw” engendered the self-confidence I feel today. Although my birthmark has waned, my personality hasn’t. I’m rarely uncomfortable meeting new people, and I bring easygoing relief to those around me, even in situations that can be stressful. I still feel just as lucky as I did when my mom told me an angel had kissed me, for it was that mark I have to thank--the bright red, puffy circle that permeated on my left cheek--for the poise and chutzpah I would have never known otherwise.
We had known each other for about a year but that was a lot so we continued to go from there at last we got on to high school but in my sophomore year, It was like I was living a nightmare With great terror, I screamed for help but no one was there it felt as if I was paralyzed in a lone dark room with no sigh of light what so ever. Time was running out with no way out, I was slowly suffocating. But when I woke up and went to school I wanted to never come back. I wanted a time machine to go back to see what I had done wrong. Why did it have to be on the day of my birthday?
I then became aware that this was not my first or second concussion; this was my eighth concussion. This bunk bed railing led to three months of constant headaches, dizziness, and nausea. Unfortunately, the only current treatment to this pain was complete brain rest. However, this only led to a lot of boredom and thought about my future. For numerous weeks I was stuck in a period of not being able to read, exercise, or even think too hard.
Mom thought I was cold, so she got blankets and tried calming me down and tired putting the blankets around me. But I couldn 't move, I didn’t want to talk to anyone. The shaking got so bad I couldn’t move out of the chair, my muscle got so tight. I 've tired to take a nap that night but all I was doing was tossing and turning. Couple days later, I finally realized I was losing my best friend.
As the day passed my fevers started, they were bad. The best thing that had happened was that they finally brought my Scarlett in the room with me to let her stay with me. My sickness started when my incision opened back up, they took me to the ER. Tests were getting done, they were taking me all over the place all I could do was cry. My family was going through a tough time, all they wanted were answers.
Nights which created suspense and terror due to the fact that we were living among and island surrender of predators, in which the prey could of been anyone. A daily trauma which was portrayed in an undersized television, but also outside your shelter. Just as we were approaching that dream and in the final decision process, my mom was about to give birth and was sent to the hospital immediately. To make matters more complicated, we were given one more week of process since we weren 't there when the resident cards were
I tried cheering my mother up by telling her that at least America was a leading power now but that didn’t work. She was upset throughout the whole day. All my mother thought about was how bad my brothers nightmares were each night. The next day we went to the doctor to see if there was a cure for his horrid dreams but the doctor told us was that we couldn’t
Right now, I’m laying in bed right now watching my crazy beautiful wife sleep because I can’t sleep myself. I just can’t get out all the things I have done in the last few days, and all the things that have gone wrong in those days also. I sit here and think what if I had never talked to the witches and listened to their future for me, but then I also think that I’m so glad all this happened like this. I’m still freaking don’t get me wrong I see ghost; I talk to myself and people at me and wonder what is going on but I can’t tell them anything because it will cost me my life. Now that Banquo is dead I only have one more person to worry about and him telling all the deeds I have committed.
I feel satisfied once I achieve something. It could keep me up all night, but once I have achieved that something I can sleep at ease. I feel everything is right with the world after all my work is done for the day, and this is something that goes on every day. (Gallup, 2017) Being a person who has empathy is a great trait to have when in the medical field. A patient would like a person to have empathy for them rather than sympathy in most cases.