Gloria Yang
Oct. 9, 2014
ENGL-1460
Nonfiction Short Story
Life on Life on Life Growing up, everyone my age was ecstatic about getting older. They celebrated becoming another year older because that meant they were one year closer to being a teenager. Then when middle school ended and high school became our second home, my friends no longer wanted to be teenagers, they wanted to be adults. Now that we are all adults, almost every single one of us want to go back to being seven years old, waiting in line to go out for recess, and coming home to endless amounts of hugs and cuddles from our parents. There is this fascination with growing up that everyone around me bought into that I never did. From a young age I knew that I didn’t want to anticipate …show more content…
I was a senior in high school and so close to graduation when I got sick in March of 2011. It was a normal Sunday afternoon when my boyfriend, James, and I went to Somerset Mall to pick up a gift. I felt completely fine, but as soon as we stepped foot into the mall, a wave of pain rushed through my head and it began to pound quickly and heavily. I felt sick to my stomach so we turned around and went back to the car. I remember the pain being so unbearable that I had to squeeze my head with my hands and curl up into fetal position in the passenger seat until I got home. James took me inside my house and laid me down on my bed to rest. My mom gave me medicine and then I was fast asleep. I went to school the next day but called my father halfway through the day to sign me out because I didn’t feel well. I remember lying down on my bed again at home and taking some really silly photos of myself before falling asleep. Little did I know, I would not wake up for the next three days. About midweek, my dad forced me to wake up because he was taking me to see our family doctor. What my parents thought was just a normal flu episode actually turned out to be way worse than any of us had expected. After taking some blood tests, my doctor told my dad that bacteria was found in my blood, my oxygen levels were extremely low, and my heart rate was through the roof. She informed my dad that I had to go to the hospital right away because I could die at any moment. My dad rushed me to the hospital and I was checked into the ER. From the ER I was transferred to the ICU. I stayed there in intensive care for 12 days until I was moved to a normal room for two more days. Doctors couldn’t find out what to diagnose me with until my eighth day there. I was released on the 14th day. Another thing that shocked everyone was that I did not, and still do not, remember any of my time in the hospital except for the last day, which is the only day I consider
Oct. 9, 2014
ENGL-1460
Nonfiction Short Story
Life on Life on Life Growing up, everyone my age was ecstatic about getting older. They celebrated becoming another year older because that meant they were one year closer to being a teenager. Then when middle school ended and high school became our second home, my friends no longer wanted to be teenagers, they wanted to be adults. Now that we are all adults, almost every single one of us want to go back to being seven years old, waiting in line to go out for recess, and coming home to endless amounts of hugs and cuddles from our parents. There is this fascination with growing up that everyone around me bought into that I never did. From a young age I knew that I didn’t want to anticipate …show more content…
I was a senior in high school and so close to graduation when I got sick in March of 2011. It was a normal Sunday afternoon when my boyfriend, James, and I went to Somerset Mall to pick up a gift. I felt completely fine, but as soon as we stepped foot into the mall, a wave of pain rushed through my head and it began to pound quickly and heavily. I felt sick to my stomach so we turned around and went back to the car. I remember the pain being so unbearable that I had to squeeze my head with my hands and curl up into fetal position in the passenger seat until I got home. James took me inside my house and laid me down on my bed to rest. My mom gave me medicine and then I was fast asleep. I went to school the next day but called my father halfway through the day to sign me out because I didn’t feel well. I remember lying down on my bed again at home and taking some really silly photos of myself before falling asleep. Little did I know, I would not wake up for the next three days. About midweek, my dad forced me to wake up because he was taking me to see our family doctor. What my parents thought was just a normal flu episode actually turned out to be way worse than any of us had expected. After taking some blood tests, my doctor told my dad that bacteria was found in my blood, my oxygen levels were extremely low, and my heart rate was through the roof. She informed my dad that I had to go to the hospital right away because I could die at any moment. My dad rushed me to the hospital and I was checked into the ER. From the ER I was transferred to the ICU. I stayed there in intensive care for 12 days until I was moved to a normal room for two more days. Doctors couldn’t find out what to diagnose me with until my eighth day there. I was released on the 14th day. Another thing that shocked everyone was that I did not, and still do not, remember any of my time in the hospital except for the last day, which is the only day I consider