Personal Narrative: Throwback To 2007

A really bubbly nurse who thought she was cute wheeled me down to the operating

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

It started as typical Tuesday with a couple of court hearings, maybe an arrest, but nothing to exciting. That all changed at dawn.

I took two ibuprofens and put an icepack on my hand. She told me to wait there for ten minutes, when she came back I asked if I could call my mom she said that would be ok so I did I told her what happened and she said are you ok. I told her I was fine but that it might be either sprained, fractured or broken or nothing could have happened to it. I then asked if I could go to Language Arts she said it was ok and that you should come back in 15 minutes. I walked to writing to get my stuff because I was there long enough to miss the whole period. I kept dropping my stuff because I could only use one hand people offered to help but I denied the offer every time saying that I was ok. When I got to language arts I showed the teacher my note she asked to look at my hand and she told me ok and gave me a worried

Starting over. Those two simple words pretty much sum up where I am at in my life at the moment. I am a 34 year old mother of three. I have never been to college. My husband just recently left me. It has been a whirlwind summer to say the least, but before I get into what brought me back to school, I'll start at the beginning. I was born in FL., and quite literally spent all my time either at the beach or running bare foot on my grandparents farm. I loved every second. Shortly after I turned 8 my mom met my step-dad, and we were quickly headed on our first big adventure, moving to Texas! While I missed my family in FL., I can not tell you enough how happy I was that my mom married my dad. He has been a rock and solid foundation for me my whole

A nurse came in and took some information and then a doctor came in and started to run tests. At first, he thought I was crazy too, but my daughter kindly said, “Doctor, please give her a chance, I really think something is wrong with her.” The doctor nodded in agreement and started to find out the test results.

When I went in and sat down, I waited for Dr. Stanpole to call me. As I looked around to try and distract myself. Immediately I heard the footsteps of the nurses running past me like a horse in a race. I was confused, then got up from the bench and tapped one of the nurses passing by and queried "What's going on and why is everyone in such a hurry?". She passed me like if I wasn't even there so meanwhile I decided to wait here until I saw Dr. Stanpole coming. I asked him while hesitating, "What's going on, but mainly how's

I was sore everywhere. I could barely move. The doctor runs inside moving his fingers in front of my face. I follow them then blink a couple of times.

For take our kids to work day I got to spend the day with Laura’s mom, Elaine. Elaine is a pediatrician at the Children’s Hospital, she works in the ICU. The day started with watching medical and nursing students do stimulations. We were supposed to watch two, one with a baby and one with a child, but right at the end of the second one I fainted. I don’t really know why, I didn’t see anything that bothered me, I was well hydrated and I had a big breakfast that morning. Luckily I was spending take our kids to work day at the hospital, so when I woke up I was surrounded by nurses, doctors, medical and nursing student. I guess it was good practice for the medical students. After that Laura and I got to ask Elaine and a nurse our interview questions.

My mom squeezed my hand with tears running down her face. She quickly wiped her eyes when the nurse walked in. We were ready to get the appointment started. First came the normal check up procedures. I desperately wanted the doctor to come so I could tell him my symptoms and get out of this place. The nurse finished up and we were told to wait for Doctor Phil to come in.

I was sitting next to my friend, Hannah. We are both sea sick. I could see all of my friends asking her if she was ok, but none of them came to me. Hannah got about 50 pretzels from her teacher, Mrs. Lockery, I didn’t get any. I watched her come and go. I got even more dizzy.

It was when we finally arrived and made our way in I received the very first clues something was wrong. Nurses talked to my mother and I was instructed to wait with my sister outside the room. She walked

     I can almost remember that day like it was yesterday, I awoke like on any other school day. It was a gorgeous May morning, the rays of sun flittered through my miniblinds blinding me as if I hadn’t seen light in days. I sluggishly dragged my limp body out of

I could taste an acidic taste in my mouth, then it finally hit me I was throwing up.Everyone had gone to lunch and I brought my own from home so I would regularly stay in the class during lunch.I got sent home that day but I did not return to school for a week as I got worse instead of better I was taken to the hospital there while they were withdrawing blood they noticed my levels were extremely I went from having a virus that would be gone in a couple of days to having to go every friday to get checked , but ultimately I got better then for the rest of my freshman year I was okay, or at least we thought.

Sweaty palms, shortness of breath, stomach locking it was the first day of school. I was already late for school because my little sister slept under the fan and caught a cold that night so mom had to quickly find a baby sitter. Thinking to myself “can my day get any better.” I already had a lot to think about I was the new kid. That’s where the pressure was at I wondered if kids was going to like me, if I had anyone to sit at lunch with or if anyone thought anything wrong.