Personal Narrative: My Trip To The Catoctin Mountains

For the seventh straight year, 80 of my Iranian family members and I made plans to stay at the Catoctin Mountains for a weekend camping trip. Every year, camp is filled with laughter, excitement, music, and dance. The setting is beautiful and stress free. I expected camp to be even better this past year because I had finally reached the age where I would be allowed to bunk with my older cousins. Turns out I was completely wrong. A searing pain in my abdomen woke me up at five in the morning. I felt the pain in my lower-right quadrant. In anatomy class two days prior, I had learned that my appendix was located within that same area. I was frightened that I may have appendicitis. My uncle, a surgeon, reached the same conclusion. I dragged myself to my parents’ cabin, with each step increasing the pain. My dad carried and threw me into the car. After an agonizing 20 minute drive, we made it to the Waynesboro Hospital. …show more content…
I was nervous because my past two surgeries had both taken place at a hospital near my home, not an unfamiliar one 50 miles away. I was fearful for my life even though it was a simple surgery. Soon we were directed into a freezing room where I was given a hospital gown to wear and a blanket to keep me warm. After three hours of blood and urine tests as well as a CAT scan, my doctor finally uttered the word, “appendicitis.” I was stunned. I had been right. They immediately took me into a room where my parents signed dozens of consent forms as I was given an anesthetic to put me to rest. As my eyes closed, I saw the surgeon enter and then…everything went