Sweet Pea Short Story

The patient had been battling cancer for many years and now was dying in the hospital. The ICU had provided aggressive care including CPR for a cardiac arrest. He was now unresponsive, intubated, and unable to be oxygenated adequately, on multiple pressers, with no further treatment options. After explaining hospice fully they said they wanted to talk to other companies and would get back with me. I was confused and knew this man would not last long before coding again.

I always being alone. I don 't want being close with people. I scared I got attached to them and ending up fall in love again. Twice is enough. I don 't need more.

My friend don't understand me, they don't understand why I act out like that, they don't even tried to understand it. Once I think why I have no friends, I find out, I have to change and improve myself. Before, I wandering for friends, but after I change myself, I become an insider. I got friends, but even I have friends, I could see some outsider with no friend. The insiders act kind to the outsider, only when they are face to face.

One of the doctors was opening my mouth while saying “Oh lord I can smell the sugar in her breath that’s not good that’s not good at all,” I was in pain. Next morning, I woke up in a hospital room with my mom on my side I have never felt safe while being in pain at the same time, she told me “Sweetie you have diabetes do you know what that

We all got in the car and drove to the hospital, when we got there they were packed so it took a very long time. My grandma was working at the same hospital. She met us down in the waiting room. When we finally got in the they gave me a shot that hurt a lot the doctors said that they gave it to me because there was rust on the nail. They said to my mom that it would be awhile before I get help so they gave me a iPad and turned on the TV.

Once they got me to the doctor’s office which truly felt like an eternity thanks to the pain. They signed me in and thankfully they told us we cannot take care of this kind of medical emergency. So they sent us off to a nearby hospital luckily the nurse from the doctor’s offices notified them that we were coming so when I got it they only took 15 minutes to see me in the emergency room. So when I finally got a doctor to see me they had to go give me twenty-five stitches or so then they had to go put it in a cast for a few

It starts off in a hospital room, which could play a part in the conflict, which, indeed, it does. Bailey fills us in with the parts that we had missed, such as her getting to the hospital and why. We see her get many tests, then she is moved into a room that she must stay in overnight. In here, we listen to her thoughts and opinions on the stay. Her conflict going through her was whether or not she would live, along with her idea on it.

At 3:00 AM, Murray started to worry and called Dr. Ralph Greenson, Marilyn's mind doctor. After he did not knock down her door, he looked through her window and saw her lying on her bed. He then broke the window, checked her for a pulse, and (understood/made real/achieved) she was dead. The police were called at 4:30 AM. When they arrived, they questioned Murray, Greenson, and another doctor on the scene.

They referred me to the UK hospital that night. I hugged my many sibling goodbye as we all tried to hold back tears. That was one of the few times I actually realized what I was getting into was serious.The hour drive was filled with fear of what was wrong and shock that there was something wrong. Taken into the ER, I was constantly being questioned by groups of students and doctors that would enter my room. No one had any answers, only questions and hypotheses.

Luke did not want anyone to know about him being sick so Julie was supposed to pick him up and then take him to the doctor. When they got to the doctors office the waiting room was full of sniffling kids. Forty minutes went bye and the door to the outside of the office had opened and Luke’s mom rushed in: “Nancy! Why are you here? The doctor told me to come.