The day was Monday, April 8th, 2013. I sat quietly on the examination table, made for 4’11” adolescents, in anticipation to see why I’ve sounded like a 60 year-old chain smoker every time I spoke. The diagnosis was the croup. Which according to the Mayo Clinic, is an illness, with …show more content…
The nurses sat me down in a chair, and went into a cupboard to grab three plastic sticks, each with an orange cap. One of the sticks penetrated my leg, I still had not stopped coughing. There were four nurses surrounding me talking rapidly on the phone with the paramedics. EpiPen number two entered my thigh. The force of the EpiPen felt like the nurse’s boyfriend broke up with her twenty minutes ago. People would think two EpiPens would do the trick, wrong again. While on a gurney, EpiPen number three was inserted into my already abused leg while being placed in the ambulance. During the drive to Children’s Hospital, the coughing had dissipated, I was now able to take full breaths with a few coughs here and there. I had arrived to the hospital with a warm welcome from the nursing staff who I was very familiar