Personal Narrative: Do Nurses Wear More Makeup Than Clowns

“You’re not going to feel anything,” the nurse with the fake lips exclaimed. “Yeah, right,” I murmured under my breath as I thought about how many people she had said that to today. Since when do nurses wear more makeup than clowns? Her lips were as thick as my broken, swollen thumb; her eyebrows looked like squirrels above her eyes; she looked worse than a clown. I couldn’t understand how frustrating it might be to mess up and have to start her makeup routine all over; it probably takes her at least two hours. She was telling me about the five- year- old that was here before me to get blood drawn from a vein as she found a vein and inserted the fragile needle into it with such ease and grace; it was as if she was doing an everyday task, but …show more content…
It was a window seat right behind first class. My dad chuckled as I tightened my seatbelt as tight as possible. The next thing I know, I felt my stomach doing flips inside my body as we took off. That was it? I felt embarrassed with myself. How could I possibly think it would be so terrifying? I even had a bag ready in front of me just in case my breakfast decided it wanted to run away. Nothing; none of that anxiety was needed. It was a safe and tranquil flight; I even slept through most of it. As we walked through the Indianapolis airport, I spotted two figures dashing towards us. The next thing I know, my cousins have their arms wrapped tightly around me; I could barely breathe. This time, it wasn’t a the bad type of “I can’t breathe”; it was the warm, welcoming hugs of the cousins I hadn’t seen in a couple of years preventing me from breathing. My aunt and uncle were holding a big poster that said “Welcome to America!” in big red and blue letters with the U.S. flag on one side and the Bulgarian flag on the other. “Until next time,” I whispered under my breath ambivalently looking at the airport as we drove off to a new