Ocassion | Dana Bell
Hospitals creep me out. I always hated going to visit people because I was afraid to see people suffering. Luckily, I had never been checked into a hospital and I was hoping I never would be till I gave birth. Unfortunatley, for me, on October 1st, 2006 I was checked into a hospital.
All day Saturday I was feeling sick with a sharp pain in my right side. At about 1 in the morning I started to throw up and I was constantly throwing up for the next two hours. I knew that this wasn't normal, so I woke up my friend Charly to take me to the hospital. It took a few hours till a doctor came in because there were other patients before me, including someone who was shot in the face. While I was waiting I was lying on a cold bed and still throwing up. I was living in a nightmare.
When the doctor finally came to see me it took him about a minute to diagonse me with appendicitis. I called my parents immediatly and told them I needed to surgery and I wanted them to come down. After I called them they gave me morphin. After that I was out! I would wake up sometimes feel really dizzy and go back to sleep. After it wore off I woke up to find my parents eating Wendy's in front of me. I wanted to cry because I was so hungry.
They finally rolled me into the surgery room. All I remember was screaming when they put in the medicine to make me fall asleep (it felt like being stung by 20 bees). I then remember waking up back in my room and them adjusting me. I didn't like this and I swiped my hand at the nurse, but then I went back to bed. The rest of the night was awful. I basically laid in my bed watching Disney Channel all night, because I couldn't sleep. Also every hour my nurse would come in take my blood pressure and my tempature. It was night from Hell.
The next day I traveled three hours back home with my Dad. I spent all week lying on my couch, eating J-ello, watching movies, and accepting visitors. It was probably the worst thing that could happen at college my freshman year, at midterm, and when I also had to post this blog a week earlier than I did.
All day Saturday I was feeling sick with a sharp pain in my right side. At about 1 in the morning I started to throw up and I was constantly throwing up for the next two hours. I knew that this wasn't normal, so I woke up my friend Charly to take me to the hospital. It took a few hours till a doctor came in because there were other patients before me, including someone who was shot in the face. While I was waiting I was lying on a cold bed and still throwing up. I was living in a nightmare.
When the doctor finally came to see me it took him about a minute to diagonse me with appendicitis. I called my parents immediatly and told them I needed to surgery and I wanted them to come down. After I called them they gave me morphin. After that I was out! I would wake up sometimes feel really dizzy and go back to sleep. After it wore off I woke up to find my parents eating Wendy's in front of me. I wanted to cry because I was so hungry.
They finally rolled me into the surgery room. All I remember was screaming when they put in the medicine to make me fall asleep (it felt like being stung by 20 bees). I then remember waking up back in my room and them adjusting me. I didn't like this and I swiped my hand at the nurse, but then I went back to bed. The rest of the night was awful. I basically laid in my bed watching Disney Channel all night, because I couldn't sleep. Also every hour my nurse would come in take my blood pressure and my tempature. It was night from Hell.
The next day I traveled three hours back home with my Dad. I spent all week lying on my couch, eating J-ello, watching movies, and accepting visitors. It was probably the worst thing that could happen at college my freshman year, at midterm, and when I also had to post this blog a week earlier than I did.
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