Personal Narrative: My Growing Up Young

My mom scheduled for it to be in 2 weeks. the day comes and i am nervous, i don't know why because i know what they do, i just was. They put my IV in and put medicine in my system to make me loopy. They wheel me back to the operating room, lay me on a table and put a mask on me. the anaistgyolygest say “ count down from 10 buddy” i say “10, 9, 8-” i am out cold. about 13 hours past, its 8 o'clock, the thing i remember most is how my throat was drier than the dessert. my nurse asks “how you feel buddy?” i reply “it hurts” she told me she would take care of that, i'm not being facetious when i say this, but she turns me on my side and puts a shot in my butt. i rest for another hour then they wheel me out to the car and take me home. getting upstairs was the hardest part,

He said that I was a Type 1 diabetic and was lucky that I had gotten to the hospital when I did. He also said that when I arrived that my glucose level was in the eight hundreds. For someone who is healthy, their glucose level should be between ninety-five and one-hundred and twenty. If we had waited any later, my body could have shut down and gone into a diabetic coma, but thankfully the doctors and nurses brought my levels back to normal. I stayed in the hospital for about three days, so that my mom and dad could learn how to treat me and how to set a routine. I had to check my glucose level and take one shot in the morning, one shot in the afternoon depending on my levels, and one before going to bed. After getting a hold on things, we left the hospital and went

When the doctor finally did come in he had this syringe with deadening stuff in it. Dad-being the caring person that he is-told the doctor that I’m not a fan of needles, so the doctor brought a cream to put around my cut so when he deadened my knee with the shot, I wouldn’t feel anything. After he numbed it, he sewed it up. I believe I had eight stitches put on my knee.

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 got into the back of the ambulance this was my first time so I asked if it would be okay if I layed down on the bed the man whose name I forgot shortly after he told me first took my pulse he asked me what happened and I told him. After he took my pulse I asked him to look at my head because I was really worried about it he told me I was okay and just had a little cut on my ear. I asked him if we should go to the hospital but he said it was up to my mom so we would have to wait until she arrived. Around this time is when Reiley’s mom showed up and I felt so bad that this happened on the day she lost her aunt. I told her I was sorry for piling this on top of her loss she told me not to be sorry. Suddenly a strange woman came into the ambulance she looked hispanic and I had never actually met her before I asked how she was and why she was there and she apologized and said she thought I was her granddaughter in all honestly I’m not sure why she thought this because I didn’t look anything like her. But she left and I told Reileys mom to go be with Wes and see how Reiley was

Once he left my mother and I spent a few more moments together until the nurse anesthetist returned with medication to put me to sleep. The nurse inserted the dosage into my IV, the anesthesia burned as it passed into me through the tube. A few minutes later they came and started to roll me away, I entered a cold room as I looked around I noticed my white board with my name on it was well as the surgery the surgical team would be performing. After they asked me to transfer myself onto the table, I groggily tried to keep my eyes open. My doctor had appeared in the room, and as he was positioning my wrist darkness over took me.

My day starts with a quick look at my phone, it is 5:00 in the morning my back is cramping and I need to be turned on my side. I knock on the wall to get my mom’s attention. This wakes up my mom, and then she slowly makes her way to my room to help me turn on my side. Mom asks me, “Connor do you need to be turned?” I sleepily reply, “Yeah.” It is now 9:00 am and I need a shower. Suddenly my mom appears in my room and asks, “Do you want to take a shower?” I get a little agitated by that question. I snap back, “Of course I do!” I should not get upset because I know she is just trying to help. However, she still helps me in my shower chair and rolls me into the shower. When I am done with the

But then the bad part came the stitches we i heard we are putting 5 stitches in you eye lid i freaked out. I asked them what if it hits my eye then i thought will i go blind i got even more scared. Until the doctor said no it will be ok he gave me a toy that if it hurts squeeze it, they finished and gave me a very gross drink that helps pain. Then they brought a huge box filled with teddy bears and let me pick i was happy i got a teddy bear. In 5 minutes it was done he said that was not so bad i said yeah i left the hospital feeling good and the good thing was i was

The stitches were over. It was soon time to go home. I stumbled out of the cubicle, making my way to the front of the room. As my mom signed some paperwork at the front desk, the doctor turned to me.

The doctor got the cast material and wrapped it around my arm. Then we got it wet so it would harden to my arm. Then he told me that I couldn't do anything for the next four weeks.

She walked over to my to my left side and searched my fore arm for a good vein to start the IV. Since she could not find a very good one on my left arm, she moved to my right side. She found one right away. Then she cut off the blood flow by putting a rubber band tightly around my upper arm. As she was getting my arm sterile, she looked at me and asked if I was nervous. 'Yes, very much. How'd you know?,' I asked. She giggled as she said, "Because your heart rate has gone up quite a bit." I tried to calm myself down at that point. I had forgotten I was hooked up to numerous machines and they could monitor my every move. As I began to look away, not wanted to watch the needle go into the surface of my hand, I heard my mom say, "Would you like me to hold you hand?" 'NO, I'll be fine." I responded. Only then did I realize how much she knew the extent of my fear. "Okay this will only hurt a little bit, then you may feel the coldness of the fluids go up through your arm." The nurse informed me. I looked away, looking at anything but my hand. Before I knew it, it was over. At first I did not feel the fluid go up my arm, but about 10 minutes after the nurse left, I did. My mom just all of a sudden felt cold, and it felt so odd because it was inside my arm, in my vein. Once my IV was in and the fluid bag was hung by my bedside, my mom and I were once again alone. Somewhere in our conversation about what would happen post surgery I decided I needed to use the bathroom. I then realized I probably should have went before they put the IV in. Pushing the button they had given me if i needed anything, I could hear my mom trying not to laugh. About four nurses came rushing in. I suddenly felt bad. They all rushed over to me asking what I needed, if I was okay. When i told them I only needed to use the restroom, then began to unhook me from everything. One nurse carried the bag from the IV across the hall to the bathroom while I

I opened my eyes and they were crusty with sleep on the sides of them. The nurse came in again and I said, " Good Morning," and my eyes grew huge because I realized I could speak again. She replied, " good morning, you can sit up now but both of your legs are broken, along with your right arm." She helped me sit up and said," also there are some people here to see you. They have been very worried for you." I asked her if I had received any recent calls, she said, " yes, only one. From the prison." It was him. My dad. He had gone to prison 3 years ago for hurting my mom and selling drugs. I hadn't seen him or talked to him since the day he was taken

I didn’t know what to think at the moment , however, I followed doctor's orders and went into physical therapy for two months, with no healing at the end. Instead of going back to the same doctor , we went to a new one. When we arrived I was not that scared because I thought I knew what I had. That idea definitely was wrong. As we walked into the patient's room, we started the examinations straight away. He moved my knee left to right and we heard a clinking sound. Dr.Rask knew exactly what it was right away and I thought I knew as well.

I started to drift into sleep and all of a sudden, I could not breathe; my neck was getting very heavy. I opened my eyes to see jael was laying above me with his hand on my neck choking me, in a swift movement, I kick him to the floor, and as he was trying to recover, I grab him and drag him down the stairs. Jael went to the kitchen grabbed a real knife this time and ended up cutting my right forearm. It hurt but I was not crying, so I ran upstairs where my uncle was and ha asked what was going on and I told him exactly what was going on.

He cut a big slice through my jacket. I was so mad I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror I saw a big cut through my jacket I got a little teary eye. I went back to lunch and asked him what was that for he said it was an accident then laughed. When I got home asked my mom for a new jacket she looked at me with with an absurd face and said “look at your sisters and brothers jacket and you want a new after the first day of having it” . She handed me duct tape. I went up to my room and started crying. Mother called us down for dinner. There were only three bowls that were even barley field half way with her deadly radish chunky soup. She usually fills them up to the top. Then I asked her why isn 't she having some, she said “we don 't have enough money” I ate my my soup fast then asked to be exceeded. After she exceeded me I went up stairs and looked in the box that my jacket came from and digged thru to find the reseat. Once I found the receipt it said 34$. Moms limit for a jacket was 7$. I told my mom I was going out to the park to play with friend but really I was going to the pawn show. Once I arrived I asked how much he would give e for the jacket trying to hold the teere so he wouldn 't see it. He said, “kid thats a nice jacket but I see that tear I 'll give you abou 10$” I told him that wasn 't unoff he would only go to 12. My final bargain was 15. He said, “fine” yes now I had to find me a new jacket I was looking for a jacket and I found