The butterflies have been in my stomach all night while I anticipated the alarm clock to alarm with that annoying buzzing sound. As I reached over and hit the snooze button, I could not believe it was 4 A.M. already. I went in the bathroom sat on the toilet to relieve myself and then washed my hands, washed my faced and brushed my teeth. The washcloth on my face felt as refreshing as a cool breeze on windy day. Today, I enlisted in the United States Armed Service as an Army Soldier.
I told her my pain level was at an 8, even though I and no clue what had happen to my knee. The soft spoken nurse had sent me out to the lobby to wait again to be called. Minutes later my mother and older sister had showed up to the hospital. “James Sanchez” said a male nurse. I had stumbled over to him, when he asked how I was doing?
I took a trip to my local library and cleared the shelves of all of the Amelia Earhart books. After reading what seems like a hundred articles the information became very repudiative. I had to start to pick out the relevant facts so I would not be overwhelmed with information. I spent long hours working on my annotated bibliography, making sure I cite all of my sources. I wanted to do a website because I thought it would
He reached up to a shelf of books that was above the desk and pulled down this large, intimidating book with a red and white cover, Tintinalli’s Emergency Medicine. He quickly flipped through a couple of hundred pages and pointed to a section. He said, read this first and then we will talk about it. This was the start, while I didn’t identify it at the time, of a constant back and forth between me and a couple of emergency medicine physicians who just happened to work in my local small town emergency room. They would not just answer my questions, or just tell me to do this or that, but that they would point me in the right direction to learn on my own and then be there to support me and to answer my questions.
I remember at nine years old, walking by a store and seeing a huge book. Me being a total bookworm decided I had to have it! I pulled my mom into the store and begged her to buy it for me, which she did. I got it home, opened it up and realized it was an anatomy book. I read through each page, looked over every picture, and became fascinated by the human body.
Torture of the worst kind. I thought that the pain I underwent during the accident was as bad as it could get… but I was wrong. It started about a week into my visit. My nurse came in and lifted me to a wheelchair.She wheeled me to a side of the hospital I had never seen. Through the hallways we passed by kids of all ages that looked like wax figurines that got too close to the fire place.
My dad took me and got the car ready to take me to the hospital. When we got to the surgery room it took 2 doctors, mom, dad, and a nurse to hold me down because that 's how much it hurt. But I just kept squirming and squirming so it kind of made it worse. It also made it a little bigger so my scar is really visible. But eventually I stopped squirming and everything was alright.
My first prescribed glasses was born on March 10th, 2009. After a long process of creating the lenses, the grinding process of the prescribed lenses, coating for UV protecting and fitting into the frame, was it delivered to its rightful owner. Since February, I have realized my eyesight deteriorating. I was unable to read words far away and had to sit closer to the board at school, so that I could at least see the teacher’s explanations. I would frequently bump into my peers when playing volleyball and had to constantly squint my eyes when reading my novel.
Mike kept complaining of severe headaches, dizziness, And that he could hear voices in his head. He had been to the doctors several times and they had done every scan possible. One day he had, had enough and committed suicide. When the body was sent to the morgue, A neuropathologist examined the brain thoroughly and came back with no abnormalities in the brain. The pathologist working on his body thought that was strange and had his brain examined under special equipment.
They told me to wait over 2 hours just like getting off the ship. They had read all of my records from Germany to see if I had any criminal record. I didn 't have any in Germany but I did have the one from earlier today which scared me. They told me to go up the stairs towards the right for a six minute check up. A doctor who looked a little scary yet familiar like a man I once saw but he lived in a box, grabbed an odd tool that almost looked like a screwdriver and walked toward
My body ached, I stopped eating and tried to stop feeling by sleeping for close to twelve hours a day. Luckily my parents, god bless their souls, fought tooth and nail with me almost every day just to get me to sit up and get out of bed never mind leave the house. In the winter of 2014, I was diagnosed with clinical depression. As time went on I was able to get treatment and by late spring I was back at school. When school ended in June of 2015 I wanted to continue on to my senior with the rest of my classmates.