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.
October 4, 2007. I was in school, just like every other day and the office gets a call from my mom saying that I need to leave. At the time, I was confused because my mom would never just pull me out of school unless it was an emergency. I got to the car and she told me that we are going to the hospital, grandma is not doing good. Hearing those words come out of her mouth was heart-wrenching.
She is the main carer for her husband, who is currently staying at a care home until Gladys is discharged from hospital. Gladys admitted to the nurse that she had been experiencing regular chest pains for some time; however, she had been self-administering aspirin to herself, rather than go to the doctor. As I observed, the nurse explained to Gladys that she should have gone to the doctor straight away rather than self-medicate and stated that Gladys would need an angiogram to confirm a diagnosis and assess any trauma sustained. She also gave Gladys a copy of The Eatwell Plate and stated that Gladys would need to lose weight in order to prevent the event from happening again,
By then I was on the ground crying with my arm fractured and my arm on the whole other side of my body. And I got up and went up to my sister in tears and she said what’s wrong I said I fell off the swing and she called my parents. My parents got there in a hurry and my dad said get on his back. I got on his back and he was off to the car. We were halfway there and he asked if I could walk for a second I said yes in tears and finally we got to the car and we headed home, as if it was like we were in a high speed chase.. We got home and my dad put me on the couch while my mom was getting me medicine.
One afternoon on a clear winter day my mom came into my room and told me that my grandpa is having heart surgery on monday and asked me if i wanted to go see him befor surgery. I said “Yes, I would love to go.” The next morning my mom woak me up and got me and my brother ready to go to the hospital. The drive was long,but we finally got to the hospital. After we went inside and sat down with family and weighted for two hours. After that long weight the doctor walked up and told us that we can go see him now.
Folole Muliaga was observed to be critically ill with obesity-related heart and lung infection. She was limited to a home oxygen machine after specialists confirmed that Mrs. Muliaga required help breathing in the wake of affliction from terminal cardiomyopathy. Folole Muliaga was in the hospital from March of 2002 until May of 2002 for her condition. Amid her stay in the hospital, Mrs. Muliaga 's electricity bill continuing to surge. While Mrs. Muliaga was in the hospital, her spouse endeavored to make provisions to installments towards the past due electric bill.
We pulled into the hospital parking lot and i got out of the car barely able to walk, i felt all dizzy and not the same. My dad picked me up and carried me into the hospital. We sat down and waited almost two hours until we got called back into the hospital room! They told me i needed staples, four across the back of my head. My mom was holding my hand and shaking and all i wanted was for her to let go of me, all i wanted was my uncle.
When the queen awoke to this man standing in her room she called for help, the gards took care of it from there. Also, her father died when she was a young girl. (Elizabeth II, queen).When she heard she lost her father she was in a different country, the queen was with her husband. One would think that it would have been very hard to cope with that and still become the queen. The car crash that killed Diana tested the whole family.
Even my mom hasn’t seen anything like it. My mom was in the emergency room and while she was there, she developed a headache. Now you would think they would give her a basic painkiller like an ibuprofen or something. Instead, the doctors offered her a Tylenol with Codeine in it. When I tell you my mom was so heated by what they did, I thought she was about to hop out the bed and run out the hospital entrance.
“Son i love you,” all of the sudden she lets go of his hand. As he looks down with blood dripping all over, he goes back inside the house as policemen is running up to the doorstep.They informed him they were transporting his mom to the hospital where she eventually died. Shawn was heartbroken but cherished the memories he and his mom had together. Shawn had to move in with is dad now that his mom had passed away.