Life Changing Moment On Tuesday morning November 8, 2016, I woke up with extreme pain in my lower abdomen. When I got out of bed I was dizzy and had a hard time walking. I made it to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. When the pain did not start to feel any better, and all I could see was black I yelled for my mother. When my mother got to me she just stared at me and asked me what was wrong because my head was hanging and I could not speak. When she lifted my head, she noticed my face was very pale and then I passed out. At this point she called for my father and when he saw me he said we need to take her to the hospital. My father carried me to the car and they rushed me to the hospital. On the way to the hospital I was lying down in the backseat crying and screaming in excruciating pain, and did not know where I was. My then, twelve-year-old brother began to cry because he had never seen me in so much pain. When we arrived at the hospital my father carried me through the emergency room doors and the emergency room staff got me a wheel chair. By this time, I was still in pain and lucid. My mom gave the clerk the minimal information needed, described my condition, then I was immediately taken to an examine room. The nurse pushed me to a room in the emergency area. This room was not like the regular hospital rooms. This room did not have a door it just had a giant curtain to separate the room from the hallway. When they got me in the room the nurse assisted me from the wheelchair to the bed. The pain was still severe and I could barely lay still. The nurse kept telling me that I needed to be still so she could get accurate vital signs. It was difficult to be still with the pain I was experiencing. Immediately, the nurse asked me questions such as “where do you hurt?”, “how long have you been hurting?”, and “when did the hurting begin?”. I answered those questions as precisely as I could, so the nurse and doctor would have a better understanding of what was happening. While the nurse was asking questions, another nurse was sticking probes on my chest and connecting them to a machine; they were doing an EKG (electrocardiogram). After this the nurse gave me an IV (intravenous therapy) for them to
The year was 2015 and in my mind it was going to be one of the most pivotal moments in my life. I was turning 16, getting my driver’s license, inching closer toward adulthood, gaining my independence, and free from adult responsibilities and worries. What I did not know was that one catastrophic event would have such a devastating impact on my life.
March 15th, 2010, was a completely normal day. As normal as any day is for a twelve year old homeschooler. I was home with my oldest sister Brittany who was twenty at the time and I was just finishing up my homework for the day. After finishing up my math work I went to go watch television in the living room. Brittany was in her room and my parents didn't get home until later because of work. A few hours into my movie, my stomach started to hurt. Since I was twelve I didn't no the differences of pain so I just left it alone for a while. Later in the day my abdomen was aching so much I couldn't even get off the couch. After wailing for Brittany to call Mom I was sent to the emergency room in an ambulance with severe abdomen pain. After several hours in the ER and multiple tests, doctors found nothing. I was sent home and was told to take Tylenol for the pain. Once I got home, it didn't hurt anymore so I thought they were right and that I could just go on with my crazy life as a twelve year old. I was wrong. Two months after, I got the same
This essay is based on an event that changed my life forever. It is a passage that is mixed with feelings and emotions. This experience gave my life a purpose and a sense of direction. It allowed me to grow from a boy to a man in just one day.
All I did when the nurses and doctors weren't in my room was sleep. That's all there is to do. Being in the hospital is honestly the most boring and scariest thing in the world. When the time came to get my cat scan I went through the same process as the previous morning. I felt like a zombie and could barely keep my eyes open. The results came back and I couldn't of been happier. The neurologist told me the bleeding is dissolving and that I could go home Friday morning. My heart was starting to beat normal again.
Before realizing what was happening, a nurse was trying to put an IV in my arm. The needle compared to my little arm looked huge and too long to go in my arm. I refused to let them touch me and tried to run to my mom. When they had a hard time succeeding at putting my IV in, they decided to get help from my mom. She calmly told me to lay down and to watch her, while they put the needle in. It was hard to ignore the pain pulsing through my arm and all the commotion happening all around me. I looked at my mom and saw the tears that were falling down her face as they held me down. When they were done, there was an IV and a cast on my arm, so that I would not be able to pull the IV out. Then they wheeled me into another room where my mom held and comforted me, while we waited to hear the results.
When we got there and a nurse saw dad carrying me in, she immediately got up and grabbed a wheelchair. Dad sat me down and they rolled me into this room and started asking me questions and getting my blood pressure. After that we went into another room with a hospital bed and the nurse said that the doctor will be in shortly. Biggest lie on the face of the planet! We waited for about an hour and a half. What made the wait not so boring was that we watched animal planet while we were waiting. They were having a program about dogs that do weird things. It was hilarious!
There was a different nurse in the room, and she gave me some painkillers and started an IV on my right arm right away. The IV was started, and the nurse drew some blood. Once the pain started going away, I started to feel more relaxed. Then a
The lady said that I broke both of my wrists and we had to go to the St.Cloud emergency room. I had to get splints that went to my elbow to my tips of my fingers. That night I couldn't eat my favorite soup that my dad makes. The soup was homemade pheasant soup with homemade noodles and vegetables. That night I only got about an hour of sleep. I had to sleep straight on my back with my arms above my chest. This was one of the worst days of my life and the pain was unbearable.
I had no idea how I got to the operation room from the pre-op room or from the operation room to the post-op room. All I knew was that when I woke up I was in the post-op room. It took me awhile to fully wake up, as I was in and out of a haze for a few minutes. Once I was truly awake, I realized that my right foot was now in a boot and that it was also elevated. The nurse asked me if I was in any pain and if I needed anymore medication. After I said that I was fine, she took me to a separate room where my mother was waiting. While in this room, another nurse came in to ask me if I would like anything to drink or eat. Once I answered, she left and came back with apple juice and animal crackers. It was now around five o’clock and everything was coming to an end; we were almost ready to go home. To get me from the room down to the ground level and to the car I had to ride in wheelchair. This was my first time being in one myself. My mom and I had prepared for me possibly feeling out of sorts and not wanting to sit upright in the car on the way home. So, we packed blankets and pillows. After the whole backseat was ready and I was situated, we started home. On our way, we stopped once to get a sandwich for me because I was still hungry from not eating much that day.
Baseball season was on the horizon and I needed to replace my bag so we drove to Academy. On the way to Academy I felt really tired but who doesn't when their sick. I started to walk into Academy and made it fifteen yards before everything went dark. I woke up being rushed into the ER hearing a lot of unfamiliar voices and the feeling of blood coming out of the side of my head. I was told that I had a seizure, shortly after that a familiar voice came in it was my grandma and behind her my mom and dad. I a matter of hours I had the situation explained and 8 staples in my head. Once moved to a regular room I was able to wash the blood out of my hair and take a shower.
When we finally got there the mom that drove us there dropped us off at the emergency center and left because she had to go to work. While we were in the waiting room I was trying to convince my mother to get us a taxi and leave because I didn’t want to have stitches. She wasn’t going to let me go home though. After about five minutes go by and a doctor came out and called us into a room that she made sure I had to get stitches. It was a short girl that couldn’t speak greek very well with black hair and dark skin. She said I would have to have three to four stitches. After she left to get the doctor who was actually going to give me the stitches I got scared and I had goosebumps all over my arms. The doctor came in five to ten minutes later and he asked me and my mother a bunch of questions before he started the surgery. After that he warned my mom that she might get dizzy watching the surgery. When he started the surgery he put a blue plastic on top of me, gave me an anesthetic pill, and gave me the
When I was only three days old doctors found out I have a life changing disease. After the discovery of cystic fibrosis in my chromosomes, I was hospitalized for three months. Seventeen years later, I have been hospitalized three times, have had three pick lines and large amount of antibiotics. In the summer leading to senior year, I was hospitalized. This time it was more frightening than before. After work one night, I began to cough up dark red blood. I immediately began to panic and sweat. My head was spinning. I could not believe this was happening. My mother nervously
It was one life-changing experience I was seven years old when I became grateful for the things that I had. I remember packing for this big trip my parents were planning for a year now. I precisely recall my mother telling me to go through my closet and pick clothes I did not use to give away, I didn't know why, but I didn't ask, I just did it. As the day got closer I remember my parents had accumulated a great amount of things to give away. I quite didn't understand why they were gathering so many things and for what reason.
A life-changing event is not something to be taken lightly. Throughout our lives, we encounter many obstacles and changes, some of which bring us joy and excitement, others of which may be hard for us to handle. When I look back on my relatively short life, it may, at first, be hard for me to think of an event that has truly molded and shaped the person that I am today. I have encountered several changes, but at the time, they felt like mere speed bumps along my path. Looking back now, it is easy for me to see that these changes were not by chance, but were placed in my path to form the person that I am today.
Everyone has that one experience that makes them look at life with a new set of eyes. My life changing experience happened a little earlier than most. It was the summer before first grade. We had gotten an exceptional amount of rain in the past months even though it was summer. I did not notice, though, because summer was every six year old's favorite holiday, next to Christmas and their birthday. My summer was supposed to be like any other but it quickly took a turn. For the best or for the worst? That is debatable.