I have never encountered anything this dramatic in my life. I always thought my mere existence was average and subtle. Little did I know, a routine weekend visit to my dad’s house would soon change my outlook on life. I remember it like it was yesterday. At the age of 13, who would ever imagine that your life would be incredibly close to ending? For sure, not me. I was scared, frightened and felt helpless. Since my dad remarried, I was leery towards the thought of going to his new house, that he now shared with his wife. I could just sense negative energy lingering around him and his wife’s house. Putting all my fears aside, I reluctantly decided to spend the weekend with my father. My step-mom was not pleased with the sight of me being
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They ran no tests, took no blood, they did not even take any kind of sample. The doctors were quick to jump to a conclusion. One doctor came in to push on my stomach and around my colon area. Another doctor just told me that I had colitis. I did not know what that word meant or even how, colitis, would affect my health. All I remember was them telling me that my intestines were inflamed and a long list of foods I had to avoid. I was prescribed a medication, which was supposed to make the pain go …show more content…
Not only did I have a headache and stomach pains, but I was vomiting everywhere and experienced frequent bowel movements. I attempted to drink water, but that did not even sit well on my stomach. With me not being able to hold anything in my stomach, my mom rushed me back to the hospital. Once again, my temperature was taken, but this time, it read “105̊ ”. My mom explained to the triage nurse how my symptoms differed from my previous visit. Once taken to the back, the doctors did not run any test yet again, they just assumed that it was Irritable Bowel Syndrome. Infuriated, my mom told the doctors to stop assuming and run some tests. A large IV needle entered my pale skin. I was so dehydrated, the nurse could not find my vein, she continued to move the needle in and out of my skin, repeatedly until she pierced my vein. The nurse slowly withdrew some of my blood. Afterward, I was placed in a wheelchair and rolled into a cold dark room with a large machine in it. The nurse explained to me that the doctor had ordered a test on my abdomen called an MRI. I laid flat on the table, which moved forward and placed me inside the machine, I remained relaxed until I felt a strange warm liquid enter my vein. My insides felt very warm as the liquid coursed through my body, it gave me a sensation as if I wet myself. After the examination, I needed to rest so that I could conserve whatever energy I had
They ran no tests, took no blood, they did not even take any kind of sample. The doctors were quick to jump to a conclusion. One doctor came in to push on my stomach and around my colon area. Another doctor just told me that I had colitis. I did not know what that word meant or even how, colitis, would affect my health. All I remember was them telling me that my intestines were inflamed and a long list of foods I had to avoid. I was prescribed a medication, which was supposed to make the pain go …show more content…
Not only did I have a headache and stomach pains, but I was vomiting everywhere and experienced frequent bowel movements. I attempted to drink water, but that did not even sit well on my stomach. With me not being able to hold anything in my stomach, my mom rushed me back to the hospital. Once again, my temperature was taken, but this time, it read “105̊ ”. My mom explained to the triage nurse how my symptoms differed from my previous visit. Once taken to the back, the doctors did not run any test yet again, they just assumed that it was Irritable Bowel Syndrome. Infuriated, my mom told the doctors to stop assuming and run some tests. A large IV needle entered my pale skin. I was so dehydrated, the nurse could not find my vein, she continued to move the needle in and out of my skin, repeatedly until she pierced my vein. The nurse slowly withdrew some of my blood. Afterward, I was placed in a wheelchair and rolled into a cold dark room with a large machine in it. The nurse explained to me that the doctor had ordered a test on my abdomen called an MRI. I laid flat on the table, which moved forward and placed me inside the machine, I remained relaxed until I felt a strange warm liquid enter my vein. My insides felt very warm as the liquid coursed through my body, it gave me a sensation as if I wet myself. After the examination, I needed to rest so that I could conserve whatever energy I had