I had lacrosse practice on the hottest day of summer. The best day was going to jump off a cliff and die. Practice was done and I was hungry for food. I got in my mom’s car and asked my mom to go somewhere and get some food. We went to Taco Bell. I finished and was ready to go home and get a shower. We were going down the road and suddenly my mom got a phone call from my aunt. As soon as my mom started to talk to my aunt she started to cry and break down. She
The parents were fed up with our wild animal like behavior and told us to play downstairs in the basement. We all went down the basement and started to playing tag. Therefore, we had to be careful playing because the basement was not finished at the time and had metal studs where the walls are supposed to go and the concrete floors that are now hardwood. When everybody went upstairs because they were as tired as an olympic runner after a meet my Dad came down to fix a light bulb. He used a ladder to fix it so he could reach and when he was done he went upstairs so I was the only one in the basement. I wanted to be like my Dad so I decided to climb the ladder. I was at the top when my foot slipped off the ladder. Somehow I was able to turn my body around and grab onto a pipe to stop myself from falling. I felt the pipe starting to brake so I decided to swing on to the metal stud next to me because I was sure that was going to hold me. When my
At the time, I was only 5 years old. It was my second week of kindergarten, I was not exactly comfortable yet. School was in session and I was playing house, being the dad of course, because I worshiped my father. The loudspeaker came on for teacher to check their emails or turn on the tvs. I turned around and my teacher was on the floor, her hands were to her face and her black eye liner dripped down her cheeks. Some of the students walked over and hugged her, teachers began to congregate. What was going on? Why were teachers all heading to the hallway and screaming for us to do the same? The ground underneath me shook and I began to cry. I didn’t know what was happening.
Another medical encounter faced by the Lee family best depicts Lia’s obesity issue. Lia was defined as being fat and based on the physical growth chart Lia ranked in the fifth percentile for her height and age. However, her weight reached the seventy-fifth percentile, which made administrating injections into the veins quite difficult during the time of seizures. (Fadiman, Chapter 5 page 42-43).
The day Grace Grimshaw threw up all over my car is one that I will never forget. One summer morning, I went to pick up Allison Downen and Grace after cross country practice. We had been wanting to go over to Wildwood, Missouri to try and find Nelly’s house, but right before we leave Grace says she feels funny. She eventually just falls asleep in the back seat and everything is fine, until about an hour later when she wakes up. Grace sits up straight and says she is going to be sick. She then proceeds to pick up a Tupperware container I had on the floor and asks if she can puke in it; I slam on the brakes and say absolutely not. I pull into a subdivision with houses the size of Buckingham Palace and tell Grace to open up the door and go for
I was seven years old and it was in the middle of the summer and I almost got run over by a car. The day was going really good just like any other summer day; I got up, got dressed, ate breakfast, and went outside to play. For breakfast that day we had pancakes that tasted like they were made by angels. Before Chris and I went outside our mom yelled, “Be back by lunch or I’m going to send your dad out there to get you!”
It was a spring afternoon. It was my birthday and i was turning 11 and my mom exclaimed she wanted to take me somewhere. So we hopped in the car and we left. Then we were driving and about 10 minutes later we were on Tuttle Crossing Blvd. We turned left and i saw BJ’s Brewhouse. Then we pulled into Bj’s Brewhouse, we hopped out of the car, and on the way inside, i saw some delicious looking food. I could smell the food so much it felt like i was in a new world, I could have exploded because it was making me hungry.
It was the year of 2008 (I was Seven and Jadyn was five) . It was a beautiful day and we decided to play outside with our my sister Jadyn,family friend Sabrina,my sister Ireland,and me.We were playing outside and I was teaching my sister how to go down to slide a different way the first way was on your back ( she was only little ) ,the second time was side ways but as she was about to go down side ways she had her seizure. Which made her fall off the slide head first on the ground. I didn't understand what was going on but I ran as fast as I could and was pulling her into the house crying and my mom came running to me and took jadyn out of my hands and told me to go outside. As I was crying I heard the ambulance coming.
When I was about 8 years old, my little sister Erica was feeling sick. My mother took her to all the hospitals in Georgetown, and Round Rock Texas. They didn't find anything wrong. All the doctors would say it was a stomach bug.
As a child I grew up in a home with my two parents and two older sisters. I met most developmental milestones at the appropriate age, and I did not have any major childhood illnesses. One of the earliest memories that I can recall was at age 3 or 4. I don’t recall the exact age and I haven’t asked my mother about the event, but I know it was at least before I was school age. I recall that my mother and grandmother were with me and we were standing on the side of a county road near a small bridge. There were police cars and an ambulance parked nearby with their lights flashing. My mother and grandmother were crying hysterically and this was very upsetting to me because I don’t think I had ever saw them cry like that before. The reason that they were crying was that a close friend of my grandmother had drove off the bridge in their
The doctor walked in to a room filled with zoo animals and pastel colors at Cincinnati Children’s Hospital. Already in the room were two parents whose faces were ridden with fear, even though words of encouragement to their child spilled out of their mouths and one terrified fifteen-year-old who sat on the edge of the cold, hard hospital bed. The doctor however was very optimistic, showing no sign of alarm. I remember him shaking our hands, while introducing himself. He was a very kind, soft spoken doctor. However, after he told me what the diagnosis was I do not recall much information. I was in shock and anxious of what the future may bring.
I was only five when it happened but I remember it like today. I had bronchitis but it seemed far worse than normal so my parents took me to the doctors. The doctor gave me a check up and said I should go to the hospital.
Sometime during early fall, I was on the back of my grandpa’s truck that we borrowed I don’t know exactly what we were doing the day but I do remember I was about 7 and we were picking up trash. My current care giver in which I won’t reveal the identity of went inside to go get water for the both of us it only took about a minute until she returned. Little did we both know my life could come to a horrible conclusion in the brief minute. While she was gone I did what any ignorant 7 year old would do I slacked off and decided to pass the time by waiting.
A couple of years ago one of my closest friends, Emily, and I were playing at my house as we did almost every weekend. Later that day, my mom said that we had to take Emily to the hospital because her family was in a car accident. I remember