I waited out in the cold and snow for what seemed like forever. I eventually saw our car pull up to the park. I saw my dad and my brother get out of the car and hurry towards me. When they got to me, my dad picked me up and carried me to the car. We got in and he drove me home. Then he helped me get out of the car. The pain was so bad I had to hop to the door. Once inside our house, I hopped over to the couch, and laid down.…
I remember waking up and scared like a lost kid would be. I was very sore in my stomach area.A nurse said softly “Hi sweetie I will tell them you’re up.”My mom and dad came soon after that,They greeted me and things then helped me get dressed.…
When I went back to work my first day back was a full day of work at AJ's. By the end of the night I started to get light headed again and feeling really bad. I felt like I was going to pass out. I've never felt this much pain. I needed to do something about it and I knew I couldn't drive home so I had to call my mom. When she picked me up she knew I needed to go to the hospital again. When we got to the hospital they quickly put a IV in me and said that I was lacking fluids in my body. When they started to pump fluids in my body I could feel the blood/fluids going into my veins. We were in the hospital for 3 hours.…
I was unable to walk and thus was carried to the office. There I waited for my dad to come and take me to the doctor. That is where my long road of doctors, X-rays, MRIs, and physical therapy started. When I walked into my first physical therapy appointment, I was nervous but I was relieved when I recognized…
After that I was seen by a doctor who did not say much but then shortly left to get someone to take me to go get x-rays. Once I had gotten my x-rays done the doctor had come back and told me that I had broken my back in three separate places and that I was going to have surgery later that day to try and fix the breaks. After the surgery that took quite a few hours, I was still to be stuck in the hospital for around two weeks until finally I was released, but there was still much pain and many problems to deal with concerning my back.…
At 12:30 at night on June 1, 2015, my life would soon change forever. I was pregnant with my first child and my water had just broken. My mom rushed me to the hospital where I was immediately put in a private room, in the hospital bed where I was about to deliver my first child, a son. He came so quickly (5 & 1/2 hours in total) and I had requested no pain medications and turned it down on several occasions as the medical staff pleaded with me to use it. The pain began to become more and more unbearable, so much so that I honestly felt paralyzed from my waist down. My body was taking over to my surprise and I was just there with my legs in stirrups. They seemed immovable and with the pains coming faster, it is as if they stopped receiving any of the signals my brain was sending to them.…
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and I was in agony, struggling I was made to go to the hospital in the morning. While being driven there every dip, bump and corner in the road was felt with extreme pain. It definitely was the right decision to go to hospital, but I cannot stand the waiting and what the possibility of how awful the results could be. I was delaying the inevitable.…
“Every man’s memory is his private literature.” As illustrated in this quote from Huxley, individual memory can narrate a story that differs from documented events; it is through a combination of the two that we uncover a more reliable account. Peter Carey’s prose novel True History of the Kelly Gang and Christopher Nolan’s 2000 movie Memento represent history and memory in unique and evocative means by exploring the interplay between one’s individual perspective and the established ‘truth’.…
The Fiftieth Gate by Mark Baker suggests that a combination of history and memory is essential in making meaning, i.e. in shaping perceptions of the world around us. How does baker represent this combination to create meaning?…
I was soon released from the hospital, and allowed to go home. It is impossible to forget the lousy car ride home. It hurt to sit up straight, so I laid down in the backseat of my mom’s Ford Explorer, and proceeded to watch a movie. By the time I got home, my back was killing me. I was forced to stay on our couch for the next few days, and needed help walking and showering, since I was not allowed to do anything to harm the stitches placed in both of the open wounds.…
I had a neck brace around my neck and IV’s stuck all in my arms. I started to panic, I was lost, confused and scared. My best friend was there in the ambulance trying to calm me down. But still, all I could think about was the reaction of my parents when they found out what happened. Once we got to the hospital, the paramedics took me to Emergency Care. The doctors ran many tests on me: MRI’s, CAT Scans, and X-Rays, whatever test you can name – they ran on me. As I waited for my results, the doctors came in and explained to me what happened. An intoxicated driver with a gun ran the red light and hit me in a head on collision. The driver not only totaled my mother’s car but also totaled his own car too. The good thing was that he was okay. I didn’t know what to be happier about; the fact that the other driver was fine or that the accident was not my fault. Selfish right? But I’m sure if you were me at the time, you would think the same thing.…
When we started to pushing process the doctor said that we needed to remove the epidural because I wasn’t pushing with enough force. The pain was excruciating and in that moment the doctor confirmed my instincts. Something was wrong. I screamed with pain and I heard my husband ask the doctor if I was going to die.…
"When they took me into the O.R., I took a deep breath and went to sleep. When I woke up, I was in the recovery. I just felt so empty inside - one minute I had a life living inside me and 20 minutes later there's nothing. I just started crying hysterically. The nurse came up to me and said "Why are you crying? You got what you wanted, now be quiet; you're going to worry the other girls." I got myself under control and walked out into the waiting room. As soon as I got out of there I just started screaming and crying, "What did I do?" I had to be carried into the car. I cried all the way home - in my life I have never felt so much pain like that day. It's been 4 months now, and it still hurts like it was yesterday," said eighteen year old Shantel Garcia, months after a surgical procedure that changed her life.…
Furthermore, I started dragging myself inch by inch which was causing enormous pain and then suddenly my dog appeared and came to my rescue; I was no longer alone and that gave me a comfort. Since he came to me I knew there was a route out and so I followed him, over and above I was planning to get back to my truck however, the pain was augmenting. As the night arrived it was freezing cold and I struggled doing sit-ups to keep my body warm and prevent hypothermia; I was fighting for my life. I just had my dog that cuddled up next to me.…