Flu Shot Fright I never liked getting shots before. When I went to the doctors and when had to get one it usually took 3 nurses to hold me down. They usually had to talk to me and tell me to calm down. I’d really freak out. It was probably because of the 1 nurse who told me it’d only hurt a little.
I’ve seen many of my people fall victim to the brutality of the “Red Death”. The disease continues to inflict blood on even the youngest of children and the oldest of the elders. Along my streets, I see my people lying helpless, suffering from the clutches of the “Red Death” while others have already been taken by it. Nothing that has ever happened in this world, amounts to the devastation that this disease has brought to my kingdom. Nevertheless, I do not fear the disease, and my happiness and joy remain and will remain throughout this epidemic.
“If you think it would be wise to cancel, I don’t mind. You have done a great job looking after my safety.” Tank watched Yasir as a peaceful smile filled his face. The next day, two cars with darkened windows, pulled into the compound.
As a child, I often spent my time constantly in and out of my pediatrician’s office and at hospitals getting my blood drawn, checking for jaundice, and making sure that my Hepatitis B remain dormant in my liver. But all of the appointments spent with these people made me view them second to my parents: if my parents couldn’t fix my Hep B, then they would call their “handy-dandy friends” to fix me up. And I always thought it was so amazing that these unbelievable heroes could assuage human pain and disease with their bare hands, whether it was performing a breast biopsy to scribbling a prescription down on paper—I wanted to be just like them. But it was when my little sister Kristine and I were racing for the keys on top of a shelf above the
A ambulance took my Mom and my brother to Le Bonheur at 4:30 in the morning. I then went home very worried. I kept texting my mom and asking her questions like what is wrong. In the morning I didn 't go to school.
Blood was everywhere, mom was screaming, sister was crying it was a disaster. After we left the hospital, nighttime approached, and we went home and everything was fine, except the giant cut in my mouth. Since I was a stubborn young kid, I did not listen to my parents, which made me almost have a speech issue. From this experience I learned to respect my parent, and that they are only trying to help. I had now viewed the world differently, respecting what my parents said, from then on out.
Continually learn new ways to prepare whole plant and animal foods that are gluten free, allergy friendly, seasonal, organic, and humanely raised. My personal health journey began a little over eleven years ago. I suddenly became incredibly ill to the point that I was no longer able to keep up with my career. With a little help from a new husband and a ton of inspiration from books and websites, I was able to start my healing process.
My mother, father, sisters, teachers, and friends have always told me I 'm a bit sensitive when talking about significant topics. This my pertain to racism, stereotypes, the LGBT community, and people with mental illnesses. Having experienced a fair number of mental illnesses myself, I know how people with the same type of situation may struggle to even get up from bed every morning. My sensitivity also magnifies how observant I am, which isn 't always a blessing. Sometimes I 'd be around a group of people and person A would make a racist joke about person B. Person B would give a hint of a frown for one second before covering it with a hefty laugh.
As soon an I woke up I felt very cold and I was coughing a lot. My breathing was in short unsteady intervals. my head was pounding so I woke up my mother. she took my temperature and made a shocking discovery my temperature was 104 and my face my blue from oxygen deficiency, she quickly called the ambulance. The ambulance came and I was taken away in the gurney.
A couple of bags of used tissues and days spent in bed and the flu would be gone. My brother had gone to multiple doctors who all brushed it off with antibiotics, unaware of what they should be looking for. Then, on a Wednesday night, it had all gone downhill very fast. He couldn't breathe and was coughing up a storm, so my dad took him to the emergency room. I spent the whole next day at school in confusion, as my parents tried to keep me from
The Disease in the Air “Hey mom” I said as I walked in the apartment my mother and I lived in together. My dad had died when I was 7 and I was fifteen now with long blond hair and couple freckles around my nose. When I got closer to my mom I saw she was watching TV and crying. “Hi Aaliyah”
Early in November, we scheduled my mom to have surgery on November 20th, about three days before Thanksgiving. My aunt flew out to us to help around the house and to help my mom when coming home from the hospital. Everyone in the family was on edge. I was already stressed from the junior years school workload, but now I had my mom and her surgery to think and stress about, too.
Around the age two I was put in a big red shiny ambulance. I was on my way to the hospital because, I was having symptoms of high fevers, vomiting, seizures. These were all symptoms and signs of meningitis. My mom being and experience parent never realized these were the symptoms. She had only had my brother at this time and he was a perfectly normal healthy little kid.
White walls whispering with wild silence, quarantine. I’m 9 years old and hooked up to an IV board dripping drugs down into my system. I see my mom outside my room where she sits every day. She along with the doctors suit up to come inside. They come in like a wave to the beach, all at once leaving.
Why do we get sick in this world? Imagine a world where we never had to get sick. This was my dream when I was young. I was in the worst place a child could be. Everyone, there was wearing white coats and the smell of dead bodies from souls that passed through this world and has moved on to other worlds.
