Personal Narrative: The Pain

As I was handed a blue gown, I couldn't stop thinking of what the doctors could find. Suddenly, the my phone goes off ringing and buzzing. It’s my boyfriend, Kyle. Summarizing the long paragraph filled with curiosity, he was wondering how was doing and if there was anything he could do. Kyle was the first person I had ever told about the pain. He had been with me ever since the beginning of the incident. The door opens slowly, with my heart skipping a beat in suspense. It was the doctor. He walks in with curiosity running through his mind. The doctor walks toward me ready to ask me what is occurring. The doctor then says, “Okay, so what is going on?”
I pointed to where the pain was. He then puts his hand on my stomach, beneath …show more content…
All of a sudden, one of the nurses sticks a needle in my arm. There it goes. She is taking my blood, ounce by ounce. Then there it is again another needle. At that time, this particular needle would not be coming out for a while and was going to hurt much worse. The IV. It was the first time ever for me to get one, though in the end it wasn't my last. Having my arm lay straight, unable to move for hours with fluids running through my veins. The pain is still there. As I figured out the more pain there was, the more tests they would run. Eventually, after being knocked out from the medicine the pain was gone. The nurse from the school was gone. There to the left of the bed was my grandmother. As usual, there she was on her phone, by the window, on Facebook. She was addicted. I didn't let her see that I was awake. Outside of the window I then saw my mother. Smoking away like a cigarette is one chip after another. That was my family, social media and messed up, addicting habits you could never treat because the people I come from are too stubborn to listen to anyone. Minutes after my awaking, the doctor walked in. He …show more content…
The nurses moved me out of the emergency room and took me to a hospital room. Kyle went home around four in the morning to finally get some sleep. Day by day, test by test. The pain on some days were bearable, while some were not. My grandmother stayed with me at the hospital everyday. On other days, my mother would go home and come back because she can’t sleep in hospitals. Kyle came everyday before and after school. My friends Ann Leigh and Bhakti from band came one day, while one day a really close friend of mine came, Carlos. I stayed in the hospital for almost a week. My grandmother and mother took me to my dads house and from then on he took care of me. I was on bed rest for a couple of days after the hospital. I eventually went back to school and everything was okay due to how I was