17 January 2006
Writing Exercise – Descriptive Essay
The Loneliest Day of My Life
I remember every emotion I felt that day. Every tear I shed, every tremble of my body, every ounce of weakness in me. I remember the terror in my heart before I arrived and the deep sorrow I felt when I left. I remember every last detail of my visit to the Summit Family Clinic.
I walked through the door, and was greeted with smiling faces. A receptionist at the desk asked my name and appointment time, I obliged, “Raven Kunz, 10:00 am.” I was given a stack of paperwork, and a cup to take in the bathroom with me. I filled the cup, left it in the designated area, and then proceeded to the seat next to my boyfriend, the only person there to see me through the procedure. He and I filled out the paperwork, answering questions about my medical history, my allergies, and I read and signed the risk and consent forms. I held his hand as I trembled, and he squeezed back telling me I was going to be fine.
I was called into a little room on the other side of the wall, for patients only, so Allan had to stay behind. I hugged him and tried to be strong as I walked away from my support system. I was pricked three times in the finger, trying to test my blood rH. The nurse asked me my age, trying to make small talk, asked me what college I went to. “I just turned 17, and I’m still in high school.” She just looked at me with the saddest eyes, I had seen thus far, and then put her head down trying to become occupied by what she was doing. In the back of my mind, I decided I needed to leave, that I was in the wrong place and I was making an immature irresponsible decision by being there. But I stayed, and I answered the nurse’s questions as I followed to the next room, for the next part of the process.
“Remove your clothes from the waist down, and put this gown over you, the doctor will be right in.” I was scared, I had never had to take my clothes off for...