Personal Narrative: What I Learned A Different Way

I learned a lot in one day, but I wish I could have learned it in a different way. Mom took my siblings and I to Dad’s apartment. Dad was tired, as usual, from working a twenty-four hour shift. So as he slept, my brother and sister, being the older ones, got to pick out movies for us to watch. Then, suddenly, my stomach started to twist and turn. Only being five and no bigger than a grasshopper, I did not know what to do about it. I did not want to wake up my Dad about such a trivial matter. Then things took a turn for the worst; the food in my stomach wanted to escape, like kids as soon as the bell rings for the end of class. There was now a mess in the bathroom and I didn’t know what to do about it. I finally had to wake up Dad. He cleans up the mess. The medicine he gives me does no better at staying in my stomach than the food. Finally, Dad has to take me to the hospital. By this point, I was feeling awful; you could even say down right miserable. I got to go in an ambulance to a different hospital. Dad got to go on the ride with me, and he talks to all the people in the …show more content…
By this point I was even more dehydrated than when I arrived there. Another nurse came and asked me “Would you like one of the nurses to start your IV or your father?” The popsicle thing kind of made me nervous of the nurses, so of course I chose my Dad. A few moments later, my dad comes over with everything to start the IV. My arms are so small to begin with and being dehydrated my veins are the size of a hair. Dad puts the blue rubber band thing around my arm. It feels so tight; I don’t like it. Dad searches and searches for the right spot. Then I feel the cold metal pierce my skin. Tears start to roll down my face, he missed the vein. He then tries again, and this time he succeeds. Relief flows over me. That means no more needles and I’ll feel better. Then I look to my Dad, very confused. I say “Dad ,where did you learn to do