Personal Narrative: A Day At Washington Regional Hospital

It was February 4,2013 9:00 a.m., a warm sunny day, when I decided to go to Washington Regional Hospital in Fayetteville Arkansas, after weeks of running fever non-stop, having killing sharp pains in my sides, getting sick constantly, and not being able to eat or drink anything. I was in so much pain I didn’t even bother changing out of my Elmo pajama pants and grey shirt. My mom and I arrived just a little before 10, sitting in the waiting room was extremely painful, because I couldn’t lay down, just lying down was painful enough. Watching the people go in and out I sat there falling asleep. 11:15 came around when I heard the doctor in a blue outfit call me name taking me back to the room. I lied in the bed talking to the doctor, having blood drawn, and going over the results he had said to my mom, “There is nothing showing up.
The only other thing we can do is a MRI.” About twenty minutes after the MRI the doctor came in and said, “We have to do an emergency surgery her appendix erupted,” The doctor said,” You guys are lucky you came in today, because if you wouldn’t have she wouldn’t have made it till tomorrow she already went septic.” Setting up for surgery my Aunt Debbie had come in and talked to me some while they checked my vitals. Everything was good until my fever had shot up to 108.5 degrees Fahrenheit. Waking up around 6 P.M. I saw my mom and the doctor came in talking to me. I was in and out of sleep for the rest of the night. The next morning my sister came and stayed with me and my