The Switch Up
Shortly before midnight after arriving home from church, my parents rushed me to the hospital for severe abdominal pain. I was ordered morphine to treat my agony; however, it inflicted me with severe hallucinations, memory loss, and sore muscles. Fortunately, my amnesia episodes quickly came to a terminal end. Hours later, my doctor deliberated on my bizarre reaction, explaining that a nurse had accidentally switched the morphine dosage with that intended for a 250-pound man. The doctor assured us side effects were only temporary. He was wrong.
The following day, I could not put any weight on my muscles and was abruptly rushed to Le Bonheur, a pediatric hospital, in an ambulance. Before I knew it, it had been three prolonged weeks since I had been diagnosed with a rare form of muscular dystrophy. My family was informed that there was a possibility that I would never regain my strength to walk. Two hours a day for twenty-eight days, I attended demanding physical therapy sessions. Suddenly, rehabilitation was the sun my world revolved around. …show more content…
A split-second decision decided my fate and settled me in a wheelchair. I often wonder what my life would be like if the switch never occurred; nonetheless, I am thankful that this tragic accident happened. It shaped me by transforming who I am and for that I will never be the same. Altogether, I am a new reformed creature with greater insight on life. The way I think, feel, and act have all regenerated in regard to my experience. I’ve learned the length of life is short and to contribute nothing but kindness and love to others. This obstacle that I have overcome has significantly impacted my life. I have grasped how a brief moment has positively affected my eternity. A tragedy can illuminate the things of importance that are often neglected. In this case, I have directed all my focus into spreading kindness throughout the
Shortly before midnight after arriving home from church, my parents rushed me to the hospital for severe abdominal pain. I was ordered morphine to treat my agony; however, it inflicted me with severe hallucinations, memory loss, and sore muscles. Fortunately, my amnesia episodes quickly came to a terminal end. Hours later, my doctor deliberated on my bizarre reaction, explaining that a nurse had accidentally switched the morphine dosage with that intended for a 250-pound man. The doctor assured us side effects were only temporary. He was wrong.
The following day, I could not put any weight on my muscles and was abruptly rushed to Le Bonheur, a pediatric hospital, in an ambulance. Before I knew it, it had been three prolonged weeks since I had been diagnosed with a rare form of muscular dystrophy. My family was informed that there was a possibility that I would never regain my strength to walk. Two hours a day for twenty-eight days, I attended demanding physical therapy sessions. Suddenly, rehabilitation was the sun my world revolved around. …show more content…
A split-second decision decided my fate and settled me in a wheelchair. I often wonder what my life would be like if the switch never occurred; nonetheless, I am thankful that this tragic accident happened. It shaped me by transforming who I am and for that I will never be the same. Altogether, I am a new reformed creature with greater insight on life. The way I think, feel, and act have all regenerated in regard to my experience. I’ve learned the length of life is short and to contribute nothing but kindness and love to others. This obstacle that I have overcome has significantly impacted my life. I have grasped how a brief moment has positively affected my eternity. A tragedy can illuminate the things of importance that are often neglected. In this case, I have directed all my focus into spreading kindness throughout the