Personal Narrative: The Children's Hospital Of Philadelphia

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We all have a moment in our lives where we experience something that changes the course of our lives. Sometimes it is a great thing, like winning the lottery or receiving a promotion. But sometimes it is the terrible things in life that have such profound impacts on our futures. For me, it all happened in the time between seconds. To anyone else, March 30, 2016 seemed like any other day. I woke up at an ungodly hour, spent incredibly way too much time on a bumpy, smelly school bus, and sat at a desk for hours. However, for me, this day was different. At 3:15, I was going to see a doctor, a doctor that might finally figure out why I had been feeling sick for months. My mom pulled me out of fourth block early, and we started on out journey to The Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia. The ride seemed to take hours, and the traffic seemed endless. Eventually we made our way through the maze of a parking garage and hallways. After navigating our way to my appointment, my mom and I sat in the stiff chairs of the colorful and child-like waiting room until we were placed in an exam room. Eventually, there was a knock at the door and cardiologist Dr. Borris entered the room. …show more content…

I’m Dr. Borris. It’s very nice to meet you,” he said as he shook my hand. After I explained my symptoms, he mentioned something called Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome or POTS. He told me he would like to preform some bedside heart rate and blood pressure measurements. The first measurement was taken while I was lying down. “78 beats per minute,” he said before asking me to stand and stay very still. Measurements were taken throughout a ten minute interval, and by the end of this time Dr. Borris called out the last measurement,“158”. At this point, my feet were burning and purple. I felt very weak, nauseous, and

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