Ianna Zarkowski
Reflective Narrative
The smell of rubbing alcohol and latex gloves seeps through the walls of the white hospital waiting room. Quiet and empty, but my thoughts fill the room and leave questions in every empty seat. I can’t remember how I got here, it all just happened so fast. My anxiety has reached an all time high as I wait for the doctors to give us some sort of answer, but all they have to say is it will be a few more hours. I keep thinking about how it would be if this were to be the end, I can’t remember the last time I gave my dad a hug, or told him I loved him. I feel so guilty for being too caught up in my own busy life to even make time for those who matter the most. Now the only thing I’m left to do is wait. I …show more content…
I’m making coffees and sandwiches and bagels, the usual. I’m taking care of customers needs, and cleaning up after them. We’re busy but that’s nothing new on a cold day here at Tim Hortons, everyone’s rushing in to get their coffee fix. Usually I work with my mom, but today was her day off. Towards the middle of the morning rush, at around 9:45 the phone rings and I went to answer it. The caller ID says “Maine Medical Center”, I found it bizarre that Maine med was calling, but didn’t think anything of it. I get an order through the drive through and my supervisor comes and takes the phone from me. The next thing I know my supervisor is over my shoulder and I know something is wrong. Immediately I feel the room slow, my vision becomes blurred, and my stomach drops because I know this can’t be good. I take the phone from my supervisor and whisper a quiet “Hello?” into the phone. I hear the hesitation in my mom’s voice as she quietly explains to me that she’s at the hospital. She tells me that she’s at the hospital because my dad couldn't breathe due to of severe chest pain. She tells me not to worry, that she’ll keep me updated and will pick me up after work. I’m forced to carry out the rest of my day feeling as though a dark cloud is
Reflective Narrative
The smell of rubbing alcohol and latex gloves seeps through the walls of the white hospital waiting room. Quiet and empty, but my thoughts fill the room and leave questions in every empty seat. I can’t remember how I got here, it all just happened so fast. My anxiety has reached an all time high as I wait for the doctors to give us some sort of answer, but all they have to say is it will be a few more hours. I keep thinking about how it would be if this were to be the end, I can’t remember the last time I gave my dad a hug, or told him I loved him. I feel so guilty for being too caught up in my own busy life to even make time for those who matter the most. Now the only thing I’m left to do is wait. I …show more content…
I’m making coffees and sandwiches and bagels, the usual. I’m taking care of customers needs, and cleaning up after them. We’re busy but that’s nothing new on a cold day here at Tim Hortons, everyone’s rushing in to get their coffee fix. Usually I work with my mom, but today was her day off. Towards the middle of the morning rush, at around 9:45 the phone rings and I went to answer it. The caller ID says “Maine Medical Center”, I found it bizarre that Maine med was calling, but didn’t think anything of it. I get an order through the drive through and my supervisor comes and takes the phone from me. The next thing I know my supervisor is over my shoulder and I know something is wrong. Immediately I feel the room slow, my vision becomes blurred, and my stomach drops because I know this can’t be good. I take the phone from my supervisor and whisper a quiet “Hello?” into the phone. I hear the hesitation in my mom’s voice as she quietly explains to me that she’s at the hospital. She tells me that she’s at the hospital because my dad couldn't breathe due to of severe chest pain. She tells me not to worry, that she’ll keep me updated and will pick me up after work. I’m forced to carry out the rest of my day feeling as though a dark cloud is