I had spine surgery on June 13th, 2017 because I had scoliosis. Scoliosis is an abnormal lateral curvature of the spine, which means that my spine was not straight. I found out that I had scoliosis when I was eleven years old and it changed my life. I had to wear an unbelievably, uncomfortable brace at night and go to the doctor every few months. It was all going fine until I had a few growth spurts.
“I sat up, turned away from him, pulled out my phone, and searched, ‘do bacteria of people you kiss stay inside your body’...” (Page 153) This is when she starts to do the unimaginable and because her anxiety disorder is so bad she starts to put hand sanitizer in her mouth in hopes of cleaning it. It happens more than once and becomes an obsession, even when she is in the car accident in the hospital room. She was putting by the scoop into her mouth. (Page 229) This is so difficult for me to understand let alone relate too. I can’t imagine having a disorder of that magnitude and it saddens me to think that other teenages do.
Doctors’ amicable images are in the minds of most people, but William Carlos Williams depicts a bizarre doctor in his short story “The Use of Force”. The doctor is called to Olson’s home to diagnose a girl named Mathilda who is suspected to have diphtheria. Because of her uncooperativeness, the doctor has no other way working but to use force on Mathilda in order to check her throat and to confirm the diagnosis. In consideration of his using of force in this story, the doctor is becoming less dutiful and more hypocritical with the development of the story. What cannot be denied is that the doctor’s using of force is based on his duty.
As I started to panic, I began to scream while trying to get off of the table, but people who looked like nurses, came over and held me down. One nurse said to me, “You are going to be just fine. The surgery is over, but your medicine wore off while we were cleaning up.” She said mutter other words to me, but those faded away into my subconscious seeing as the last memory I hold is a mask being placed on my face before my world turned black again. The recollection painted above depicts a personal memory of my own. When I was a newborn, my parents discovered I was born with a birth defect called clubfoot, which results in one or both of a newborn’s feet to be rotated internally.
I sighed as I woke to my normal setting of dreary gray stone. I rose from my bed my eyes still bleary with sleep I tripped over something. I bent down to see what I had tripped over it was a small wooden chest held with a clamp about the size of my pinky finger, my hands began to shake and my eyes started to tear up as I realized that this was the last gift I had ever received
Garang gorong garang... Exactly nineteen seconds later the thunder shakes the room. Her gaze falls at the mirror, and she is shocked by the look of the imitation. Everything seems like part of that nightmare. She shuts her eyes tight and tries hard to go back to sleep.
My grandmother, having lost a son four months before I was born, didn’t take risk when it came to health. She knew how something major could appear so minor. We got to the hospital around eleven at night; the doctor had me jumping off the bed, when he started feeling my abdomen. I couldn’t remember anything past that, until I woke up to my mom crying out “Dakota wake up, you're okay,” then my grandmother saying “Stacy, he will be okay. Let god handle this and he will be
2 months later- I'm still in my body cast but it's supposed to come off tonight. I go to the bone doctor and they take it off pretty smoothly. I can't play until I've had a lot of time in physical therapy. The pain is still bad but at least I can go to the bathroom now. I start the therapy tomorrow and then I should be back to playing in no time.
"You got this" I coached myself. As I pulled myself together and got my nerves under control and opened the door. The hallway was completely black except for the dim light shining out of mom and Aaron 's room. I didn 't see anyone but could hear grunts and what sounded like someone whining out in pain. I slowly tipped toed down the hall with hopes that no one could see me and that I would be able to get a better glance and what was going on.