My Experience In School

My mother had picked me up after school. On our way home, we passed by the school where both my uncle Beto worked. There was an ambulance there and we thought maybe a teacher had an accident. Shortly after we get a phone call from my aunt Ana, it turned out that my uncle suffered a heart attack while working. No one saw him while he collapsed, until moments later a teacher saw him laying on the floor, shaking, trying to breathe. My mom and I rushed to the school to see how my uncle was responding to the paramedics. My aunt was already there, we had to take her to the hospital because EMS wouldn’t let her drive while she was still in shock. It was hard to see how the paramedics were trying to help him

On the eve of my seventeenth birthday, I was having a birthday party with my family, and I was not feeling well. My asthma had been bad for the past few months, but seemed to be worsening. I even had to leave my party for a little bit to take an aerosol treatment. That seemed to help, but only for about thirty minutes. I started to wheeze again, and I was not able to catch my breath. I have had asthma all of my life and have been in the hospital several times for exacerbations. After my family had left, my parents knew I needed to go to the emergency room. I took my rescue inhaler right before my parents and I left to go to the emergency room. We ended up going to Nationwide Children's Hospital in Columbus, Ohio. Once I arrived, there was a long line ahead of me, but a triage nurse listened to my wheezing and sent me straight to the front. The nurses seemed panicked when they took me back to a critical care section of the ER. When I got in a room, I knew it was serious because there were five nurses and two doctors. I ended up staying at Children’s Hospital for a week and being on oral steroids for four months. Because of my asthma, I missed a lot of school during my junior year. I was on oral steroids for a long period of time, so it began to weaken my immune system.

Attention Material: At some point in the sixth grade, early one morning, at around 3 a.m., I woke up to an eerie feeling. I felt as though someone was watching me, and to my surprise, someone was. I woke up to a perplexed face on my grandfather’s face. A baffled face that read, “Who is this person in my house, and why is she here?” Immediately I said, “Papa, it’s me! Big Baby (that’s what he called me), and in response he let out a big sigh of relief. Puzzled and disturbed, I called my mom and explained to her what had just happened. (I asked her what was going on and why had he just reacted in such a manner.) The following day, she sat me down to discuss what was going on. On that day, she told me that my grandfather had been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s disease and mixed dementia.

A 26-year-old woman went to the emergency department complaining of shortness of breath over the previous three days that had increased in intensity (Nash & Goldfarb, 2006). The patient was at the hospital for over three hours before she was able to see a physician. The physician did a complete exam and ordered blood tests, a chest x-ray, lung scan, and electrocardiogram. The patient waited for three more hours before the physician told her that he believed she had asthma and should follow up with her primary care physician. The

At merely two weeks old, I was admitted to the emergency room for not breathing, doctors administered my first breathing treatment for my asthma.This was the start to with my asthma that was dreadfully uncontrolled earlier in my life. Moy most vivid memory that stand out is when I ran across the playground, just a small kindergarten child, running with my friends across the playground, when terror struck me, that feeling the asthma attack gives you, my chest tight, unable to breathe, my mom not with me, feeling completely alone and scared. Many memories are of me with asthma attacks that would terrified me. But, I knew comfort when I received my treatments, my mom comforting arms with amazing hugs that are full of loves, and my dad's voice that sang to me.

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

I woke up in a pool of blood, my mom and dad looking over at me. I asked them “what happened”? and my mother responded ”your dad went and got you with the fire hose”. they were crying tears of joy. i felt something on my head, I put my hand on it, it was a bandage from the first aid kit. I looked down the stairs and didn’t see any water. I asked my dad ”dad, Is it over”. he said “yes”!

They took me to a room in the hospital to start an IV and blood work. I was terrified of needles, so this was a very difficult process. They ended up having to get multiple people to hold me down and get two IV’s. After they drew blood, the doctor came in and told me that I have Type One Diabetes, and I was in diabetic ketoacidosis (DKA). Because of that, they had to send me over the mountain to another hospital because they didn’t have a pediatric endocrinologist at the hospital I was at. I was scared; the only diabetes I knew was my grandpa’s diabetes, and I still didn’t know what that was. All I could think was “Am I going to die?” and “What’s going to happen to me?” I had so many questions, but I had to wait until we got to the other hospital, which was an hour drive. They, of

It was a normal good friday when on my way to school my mother had told me my Grandfather had had a stroke. I was not worried or anything, for i knew my grandpa was a strong man. School wasn't hard and it was like any day boring and long until that social studies class. We were watching a documentary on the california trail and i suddenly started to doze off from boredness when i heard the telephone fill the room with its ring. It was the office telling Mr. Walters I was being signed out for the day.

A lady with a medical background cleared all the blood and put a thick, white band-aid on. As soon as she was done with that, the vice principal called my grandpa to let him know what had happened. My grandpa decided to pick me up.

My eyes had barely opened all the way before excitement set in. Today was the day. With one great leap I was out of bed, and in my clothes ready for school. I also got my clothing and other accessories ready for our long drive up Mt. Hood after school. My older sister, Christine, always went up the mountain to hot springs but I never got to experience anything like it, so the previous night, all the siblings that were going stood together against my mom's tyranny and managed to convince her to let us go to the hot springs. She never really gave a reason besides how late it was. I theorize that she didn't have any other excuses. She was unreasonable in that manner.

I’ve been anxious about college admittance since I first learned what college was. When the first trimester of fifth grade ended, and I learned that my good name had been sullied with a B+ grade in my reading class, I was unreservedly hysterical until my mother finally cornered me into my bedroom. I imagine she was getting snot-and-tear stains out of her woolen sweater for days.

I was sitting on my favorite chair going through photos of Max, my eldest son, while my husband was putting up photos on the mantel above our fireplace. Quynh, my youngest daughter of three, asked me about the photo with a young woman in a black and white photo wearing a pair of heels. “Mom who is this?” I took a look, “She is your grandmother”. She looked down at the photo again, and then she ran to one of the boxes and gave me a pair of blue high heels, “Are these the shoes she’s wearing?” I answered, “Yes. Yes they are.” It was about time she knew so I sat down by the fireplace with her. “Let me tell you a story about your grandmother,” She cuddled up with me and brought our kitten, Mun, with us. I made sure she was comfortable and

It is a beautiful, sunny morning in Campeche, Mexico. I am seven years old, playing by the front door with my two-year-old cousin Alejandra. As soon I was done playing with Alejandra and I head upstairs to brush my teeth. When I got done, I went back downstairs to get some breakfast that my grandma made for me and brothers. We were done eating breaking we got our pack backs and start heading out of the door. My grandma says, “y’all are not going to school today.” We were so happy that we were not going to school we were saying, “yay no school today.” We went back to bed since it was too early.

A nurse came and did theses test on me then left. Several hours later the doctor came, he was really freakily tall and an awfully huge nose. He looked really competent and serious. He said that he needed to talk with my mother alone, my mom said “whatever you say to me you can say to Shamiya also.” “Ok, your daughter has pneumonia and is diagnosed with asthma” the doctor said with a benevolent tone in his voice. The first thing that came to mind was what pneumonia is but I