Personal Narrative: Hope It's Not The Flu

Sometimes I ask myself how I overcame my disease. Many people with lupus experience fatigue, memory loss, loss of appetite. Usually younger African, white, and Asian men and woman develop that disease in their teens. It all started that night when I was laying in my mom bed. At that time I felt like it was my time to leave this earth. When I turn 15 years old I saw so many changes. . I experience so many symptoms while I was in my second semester. All the symptoms that I experience were hallucinations, fever, nausea, and nose bleeds. At that time I seen myself getting really sick. I caught strep throat and it was hard to focus in school because I missed so many days.

Patrick sneezes for the tenth time in three minutes when Joe suggests that he might’ve caught a cold. Patrick just scoffs, waves his hand dismissively. He changes the topic, and they forget about it.

I was born on June 26, 2002 in Albany, NY. I lived there until I was about 5, then we moved to Edinboro. For about three years of my childhood I maintained to average an emergency room trip a year. First when I was in Kindergarten my brother accidentally shut a door on my face. The edge of the door knob hit my lip and cut it in half. I started gushing blood. I was crying because that bad boy hurt and then my mom asks, “do you want some Tang”. I didn't want the Tang because my lip was gushing blood. So we went to the emergency room and I got eight stitches. My next injury happened the summer of me going into first grade. We had this croquet set, and me and my brother were pitching an exercise to each other and hitting it with the croquet mallet.

Katlynn was out of the hospital after about a week and a half. All of us girls cleaned the house spotless upon her arrival. That may not sound like much, but we were young girls that lived on a farm, so being messy was pretty much our thing. Katlynn came home and we all showered her with hugs. The first week she was home we watched her like a hawk, trying not to make it noticeable. Since Kate got out of the hospital she has to take pills every morning and night, and she had to make a trip to Mason city twice a year. Today she only goes once a year because she hasn’t suffered a seizure since. There have been a few scares here and there, though. It’s been seven and a half years since that terrible day, and Kate’s doing great. She is at the age

My urine was still cloudy this morning. Feeling weak and doing a lot of puffing.

On Thursday June 14, 2017, I had to return a page from the emergency room (ER) doctor for and admit. When I returned the page the ER doctor wanted to admit a patient with stage 4 brain cancer that was a DNR for hospice care. I told the ER doctor that this was not an appropriate because this patient needed and wanted hospice care and that the hospitalist did not need to be involved. The ER doctor proceeded to tell me that I don’t want to do my job and I need to admit the patient so he could get the care that he needed. When he told me that over the phone I almost lost my cool and professionalism in a matter of seconds. I hung up the phone and walked down to the ER. I went into the patient room and spoke to the family members and they told me

I am most familiar with the Urgent Medical Center. In my opinion, it is very well-structured place with a diverse staffing. It was always a pleasant environment when I had to visit the center for an illness. The center has at least two physicians and nurses on-site at all time. Also, there are several medical assistants to help provide quality of care as patient wait to be seen by a physician. This organization promotes health and wellness services to all patients. Theirs mission is to provide an affordable, quality healthcare with respect and compassion to all patients. The urgent medical center mainly focuses on treating common illness and non-life-threatening injuries. One thing that they do not have on-site is an equipment for diagnostic,

The 21st century is assumed to be the safest period in the human history. The science of medicine has been vastly improving, resulting in numerous solutions to avoid decease effectively, we have not experienced an anguish of war, we do not die prematurely either. Accordingly, we are living longer but there is something, something so essential we tend to forget about, its obviousness that we’ve become untouched and emotionless in the matters of it. We have become murders of our own life giving source- the Earth.

It started in the 1930’s, it was the time I (Jack) had just joined the Nova Core. A huge empire rose for gambling, alcohol, and distributing other hard core drugs. The one who set up the empire was the one and only Salvador himself. He was a big gun killing happy man who liked nothing other than to kill a man with nothing but his fist. It was a cold rainy night when we were doing our normal walk around the base when we heard of a break out in A6 area. So we ran over there and it was a sick man that bit a chunk of meat out a private’s neck and was eating him fast. We surrounded him and yelled at him to stop. The man turned around and ran after one of the generals so we had to put him down. We were all curious the next day on what happened and since the core wouldn’t tell us anything. So I did some research after we killed the body. It turns that the guy was infected with a virus related to the black plague. It formed when the Nova Core and the

There are many monumental events that have occurred in my life, but the incident that left me paralyzed and partial blind was the turning point.

“You have Cancer”. Something everyone hopes they never have to hear in their lifetime. Something I’m sure my parents never wanted to hear about their child. Or my brother about his sister. But that was my life. In April of 2007, three months after my ninth birthday I was diagnosed with Rhabdomyosarcoma, a rare form of muscle cancer. The next year consisted of countless rounds of chemo, surgeries’, and numerous doctor visits. Even with the determination to stay in remission my disease, unfortunately reoccurred. This led to another 6-months filled with chemo followed by aggressive radiation therapy which finally ended in August of 2009. Little did I know this wouldn’t even be the hardest part of my diagnoses.

My persona started doing bad when he started hanging out with his friends in the same neighborhood he joined the gang started doing drugs and tagging on the wall so this happened when he burly entered 7th grade until he started noticing that the kids that were seating next to him they live in the same neighborhood as where my persona lives as well. So he started talking to them and started being friends the next day. So the whole year pass and entering 8th grade his friends were making a krew called S.D.K which stands for Sick Demands Krew and so wasn't a be fan of being a gang banger so he rejected the offered so then two months pass and then two kids came up to him and said where you from and luis said no where but then the two kids still

"There is one consolation in being sick; that is the possibility that you may return to a better state then you were ever in before." Henry David Thoreau

As I look back on my life so far, it is safe to say that my family has had a long history of battling life threatening illnesses. A year before I was born, my grandmother was diagnosed with breast cancer, and she continued to fight the battle until I was about four years old when she finally came out the victor. Not long after that, my favorite cousin, who is only a year older than I am, was diagnosed with leukemia at the age of six. I stuck by her side for four years until her battle was over and she won. My childhood was a series of visiting hospitals and being my cousin’s right hand. I watched and endured all the pain and grief that my cousin went through and I never left her side. Fast-forwarding to this past year, my fondest and funniest

It's October. In the Chicago area. LATE October, at that. Which means we're operating on borrowed time. Winter is imminent and just around the corner. It's waiting, maniacally, to pounce. I cannot even begin to put into words how much I hate winter. But it's on its way, no matter how much I protest. Everything is here to remind me: the dropping temperatures, the chilly wind, the gray sky, the cold rain. Alas, today, it has all conspired on one day. And a Monday no less!