My Family Vacation

It was a nice summer morning we I was all of a suden shoke like turbulence on a plane to wake up. It turns out I slept threw my alarm to wake up for the day. It was about 11:00 am and today we were heading to Florida and our flight takes off at 1:00 pm. You may think that we had time to make the airport in Milwaukee but, we had to drive all the way to Chicago, Illinois because there was no flight for Florida in Milwaukee. Luckily I had packed the day before with the rest of my family so all we had to do was wait for our aunt Lisa to take us to the aiport in Chicago. She showed up five minutes later with a mini van and there was about seven of us jammed in there. It was alright for me because in our family if you called “shot-gun” or “I

Vacation is something many people love and look forward to. The ability to put our daily tasks on hold for a short amount of time in order to clear our minds and reinvigorate ourselves is something that all people need from time to time. In fact, we all seem to have those times in our life were we get a week or two off to have the time of our lives. One particular experience that I had impacted me in two primary ways. This experience was when I took a Royal Caribbean Cruise in the Gulf of Mexico. Strangely enough, this experience impacted me in two completely opposite, and nearly paradoxical, ways. Truthfully, what I took away from my Royal Caribbean Cruise would be considered by many to be the opposite of what they would expect.

On November 26,2014 I traveled with my sister and cousin to Columbus,Ohio for Thanksgiving.My day started out when I woke up very early in the morning. I went to the airport with my family to wait for our flight . My dad bought us breakfast to eat while we were waiting for our flight.Surprisingly we didn’t have to wait for a long time.We got right on the plane and the trip on the plane was really fun and fast because I played games on my phone .After one hour some minutes my family and I arrived in Ohio and my uncle and aunt picked us up from the airport and my

Being a typical 9 year old, I bawled my eyes out. When I moved my arm, it hurt even more. My mom came over to see what all the commotion was all about and I told her what had gone on. I also told her that whenever I moved my arm, it hurt and it felt very weird. She told me we would have to head to the hospital in Columbus to go get an X-Ray to see if it was broken. Thankfully, this was after my older brother’s band’s performance. He came over to us, and my mom told what was about to happen and what we were about to do. He wasn’t happy, to say the least. After about 5 minutes of arguing, my brother lost and my mom took the rest of us to Columbus. As we got into the car, she told me to keep my arm as still as I could, to which I did. We didn’t go to the hospital right away, however, we went to McDonald’s instead to try and make me feel better with some ice cream. It worked, and made me feel glad, even until I got into the hospital. I had never had a broken bone before up until that point in my life, so I didn’t know what to expect. We sat in the waiting room for about 5-10 minutes, until the nurse came into the room to tell us that the doctor was waiting. We got into

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

For two more weeks I remained in the hospital. Three times every day a nurse brought me a tray with a meal and medication. She watched as I swallowed the tablets, but never as I ate the meal. Compared to a normal sized portion of food, what I was given in hospital would be considered small, but my stomach was far too used to rations beyond small. Most days I was able to eat almost half a plate of pasta before my stomach rebelled and decided to throw it all back up again.

On race day I woke up to a magnificently beautiful yellow and purple sunrise. I had a quiet relaxing morning as I readied myself to leave home. I played a soothing playlist of rain forest sounds to keep my mind clear. I felt very calm as I left for the race with my family, when suddenly the visceral tissue in my stomach began to contract, causing my stomach to emit an angry rumble. I realized I had forgotten to eat breakfast. We stopped at a coffee shop and ate sugary cream filled donuts with bitter dark chocolate icing while inhaling the pungent aroma of brewing coffee. Then we got back on the road.

A few years back it was the second week of grade seven I went to the bathroom and when I got out the right side of my body got a sharp pain. It happened just before dance class and I was running late already so I decided to just pop some advil. Halfway through the dance the advil started to wear off and I could tell because there was the sharp pain in my side again. I just shook it off and finished the class and then went home. I told myself it would go away tomorrow and if it didn’t i would get it looked at by a doctor. I woke up the next day and the pain didn’t go away it just got worse. Luckily it was Saturday so i went to the walk in clinic. The doctor looked me over and told me he thought I had a bladder or kidney infection and that I had to go to the hospital for some test and antibiotics of some sort. I didn’t find our rill I got to the hospital that they would give them to me through IV. It was funny before I walked into the walk in clinic I asked my mom ”do I have to get any needles”? and she replied no. But then here I was with these numbing patches stuck on the inside of my arms so I wouldn't feel the needle go in. I got the IV in and they hooked me up with the antibiotics.

I fell backwards and heard a crack, after that all I remember is excruciating pain. I was rushed to ER, there was my first encounter with caring and helpful strangers who made the pain disappear and the experience became my rite of passage into the trying, sometimes painful, and always gratifying world of medicine. The root of my desire in entering the medical field is to help people and to provide comfort to them while providing excellent treatment just as I received as a girl that alarming day.

I then said, “I’m not sure what is wrong but I’ve been having a little pain and I can’t keep any food down.” The doctor then checked me out, took tests, and then pretty much told me that I was a crazy old lady who was imagining things. Even though that doctor didn’t believe me, I knew something was wrong. I went and tried to get other doctors to believe me, but like my doctor, no one did. After a couple days of pain and no one believing me, I then went to my daughters house and all of us headed to the Jay County Hospital.

My left elbow hurt very badly and I could feel blood running down my arm. It hurt so badly that I was crying. After a few minutes, I tried to get up, but I made my elbow hurt so badly because I was adding pressure to much pressure to it. Then I bent my elbow to see if it was broken because on the shows my parents watch, the doctors tell the injured people to bend their arms or legs to see if they are broken. Finally, someone noticed me and called Jaci’s mom, Brooke, over.

Spending the hour in a bumpy car ride was not pleasurable, in fact, I really wanted to hurt the driver after it was all over with. I knew it was nobody’s fault but my own, but I was so angry that it even happened. We arrived at the hospital back in town when I was taken to a room and the nurses took x-rays and plunged me with a lot of things to help take the pain away. After it was all said and done, we had an interesting day at the creek, I walked out of there with a fully shattered heel, and I enjoyed the rest of the night watching fireworks and sitting around with family. To this day, I will still run away from

I couldn’t take the pain anymore. I just wanted to curl up into a ball. “Do you drink?” “No, ma’am!”, I said. “Please, go to room 12.”

     I ate a good dinner and left to go to the hospital. I distinctly remember the feeling that I had in the pit of my stomach. I could not determine if the

The weird part: I didn`t cry. I just remember screaming as loudly as I possibly could as my friends rushed to me and called my parents. I heard gasps, as people tried not to stare at my instantly bruised elbow turning purple and blue. As I was rushed into an ambulance, I could see the worry in my parents sorry eyes, and didn’t know what to do. Once we arrived at the intimidating hospital, with people on gearnies being rolled around all over the first floor, the doctor came to me after what felt like a year. They rolled me to a dark, secluded room where they x-rayed my elbow. I was rolled back and put on medicine that relieved the pain, and put me to sleep, which after all three doses, still barely worked.