Personal Narrative: Streaking In Pain

“Do you feel dizzy, Li?” Mom asked. “No, why?” I replied scared. “It looks like it got you pretty good”, Mom said. I could hear the worry in my mom’s voice and I got even more scared. Then my mom put a towel on my head and when she took it off, it was covered in blood. She told my dad we needed to get

Well my grandfather took me to my grandmother’s work. One look and my grandmother told her coworker we are going to the emergency room. Now mind you I am in more pain than ever and really needed my

Everyone ran to me and I started crying. My sister got me up and my cousins ran to my mom to tell her what happened. They had heard me scream so my mom started running to me before I got out of the pen. When I walked out of the pen crying, covered in mud from my head to my toes. We rushed to the hospital after getting all the mud off of me. We had to wait for a couple minutes, but when we got my x-ray back, the doctor to me and my mom the terrible news, that my arm was broken. I couldn’t believe it, I felt like I was going to cry, again. We waited for the person to come in and give me a cast and she asked me what color I wanted. I said purple and she started to wrap cotton looking stuff around my arm followed by a thicker layer to keep my arm in the right place for the bone to heal. Finally, we were able to go home. That was an intimidating moment for me in my life cause I had never been through anything like that, but it was also cool cause I got to show off my cast and tell a new story to

I ignore the slight pained grunt of the patient as I handle his wrist. I concentrate wrapping a bandage gently but firm enough to coddle the strain. He says he has no idea how he strained his wrist, but I had a pretty good idea what it could be. Pleasuring

I Reply “NO!, maybe I should wait?” She looked at me, I knew their was no turning back it was time. I had been waiting for this day since June 10,2015. This last month had been hell for me. I was finally going to meet my daughter. We arrived to the hospital and checked in. I waited in the waiting area for about 40 minutes until I was finally taken to the back. I was given a blue patient gown to change into; I change in to it and sat on the bed and just waited. My mother was there sitting by my side, I was so nervous I just wanted to get up and go back home.

As I was lying awake in bed with excruciating head pain again at 3 AM, waiting for my pain medication to take effect, I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said to me yesterday: “I think you’re an addict.” Calling me an addict just because I treat my pain with

We left the hospital and when we got home my parents explained to me I was very sick and would have to have surgery to

In the morning, my mom tried waking me up to go to the hospital, but I was too tired to go. Finally,

When she came to our room blood was dripping from my head. So my mom and dad put my T-shirt and my head. After that we went straight to the emergency room. They had to stop the bleed to do anything else I was scared to on my life. When the blood stopped dripping they put staples in my head. My dad said if I don’t cry when they put the staples in he would give me 20 dollars.

I saw my mom. She looked at my hand and said that I will need stitches. My grandmother drove me to the hospital and waited in the waiting room. I was upset about getting stitches for the second time in my life because I knew it hurts and I wouldn't be able to do things. Five minutes later the nurse called me and took some tests. “Have you had your eleven year old shots yet?” “No, not yet” I said knowing that I'm going to get them soon.

My mom immediately took him to the emergency room, when we got to the emergency room we waited at least two hours to get in. When they finally called us in they heard him cough and right away they admitted him to stay over night. My mom called my grandma to come get me because it was 2 am. 10min later my grandma showed up, and I left with her. On the car ride home we hit every single red light possible.

I held my knees to my chest and rolled from side to side in pain. I tried hard holding back the tears, as they asked me questions. Next, the paramedics took me right into the ER and the doctors looked at me, and I felt useless. In the distance, a doctor rushed in and push the red button. Then, I couldn't hear anybody else in the room, all I can do is see what was happening. Shockingly, they came at me with tubes and started shoving them in my throat, I've never felt more pain in my life. Last thing

Narrative Essay I am seven-teen, a high school student and was having some health issues. I would always be anemic. My doctor wondered why I was having a lot of bleeding so she suggested for me to have a diagnostic laparoscopy. I was debating if I wanted to have surgery. Even though my doctor said this would be a safe and small procedure, I was scared. My mother waited a couple of weeks, I finally told her I was ready to have the procedure done. We scheduled the surgery. It was a Friday morning when we arrived at the hospital in Casa Grande Az. We started by registering and they took me to their day surgery. In day surgery they started my IV. I was very nervous because I didn’t know what they would find. They gave me some medication through the Iv that maid me drowsy. That last thing that I remembered was when they were bringing me back into the operating room.

I. Introduction paragrapgh A. As I look around the room, I see faces I haven’t seen in months. B. Why is it that my family only gets together when something bad happens? C. My grandmother was in the corner praying and saying “she’ll get through it, she’s strong.” D. I didn’ know why everyone was so worried, my

“ Are you ok,” my grandma asked frightened and worried? I couldn’t even talk. My lip was torn apart . We rushed to the Urgent care, at that point I was scared I was in total shock. My mom carried me into the Urgent Care.