Personal Narrative: What Would You Do If Someone Was In Pain

A vacation that i took with my family and friends. We took a vacation to Panama City Beach, FL and that was my first time going to a beach swimming in the ocean but when got there and we ate and cross the road and there was a big pizza delivery truck. We when into the hotel and unload everything we had and we was staying on floor 18 so i was kinda scared of heights. The view from the 18 floor was amazing and the water and i seen some stingrays along the sandy beach and i was scared to swim in the ocean now but i did. When all of us ate lunch i went to the first floor and out the back door and straight into the sand but it was hot so i ran into the cool cold sea water. My cousin and me, we tried swim pretty far out but we was getting so tired of the waves pussing us back and back so we let the water take us back to shore and while we going back i stuck my head under water and i seen a little fish and i tried to grab it but the water was pushing me.

As we approached the living room I could see my dad. He stood with his hand on his forehead, he rocked back and forth and his eyes appeared red as he mumbled something repeatedly, looking slightly upwards. My grandmother sat in my mom 's big white chair that was just in view of the dark hallway. She turned her head looking directly at me; her eyes looked kind and soft as she placed her hand gently near her heart before standing up and walking towards. Our walk quickly came to a halt as we noticed she was approaching us.

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 yourself too often can lead to a good amount of pain. I am beginning to feel far too acquainted with this scenario. I get one of these calls at least once a week. Guys in this city seriously jerk off way too much but this guy takes it to another level. Since seeing him, the amount of patients with this problem has double and the increase is him all by himself. This is beginning to become an epidemic maybe we should release a PSA. This is just ridiculous. There is no way in hell I was wasting nen on a guy who sprains his wrist masturbating, especially just after using it to heal a boy’s broken leg.

I remember the time my sisters and I went to Wisconsin Dells during spring break of my 5th grade year. My mom planned this trip out months before and it was suppose to be a surprise. She planned this trip because she wanted to reward my sisters and I for our accomplishments during the school year. Once we found out we were leaving to go to Mt. Olympus, my sisters and I were very excited. We found out that sunday and left Wedneseday morning. Of course we drove because it was only a 3 hour drive but I honestly don’t like long car rides. The ride wasn’t that fun to me because not only did my sisters come, my cousin and auntie tagged along.

I have talked to so many people with chronic back pain and have taken care of many patients after back surgery. I never thought that I would become one of those people. Like many of you, I tried everything from physical therapy to muscle relaxers. They all helped temporarily, but nothing took the pain completely away. Here is my story and how I overcame my back pain. One night after a rigorous weight training workout I went to bed with a little soreness, but nothing I hadn't felt before. That morning I woke up and tried to get out of bed, but my back was so tight I could hardly move. It soon progressed to pain that ran down my buttock and partially down my leg. This went on for about three months and I decided to go to an orthopedic surgeon

One summer my family and I went to Texas to visit family. All of it was fun, going to the beach, indoor and outdoor pools, and cool restaurants. The best thing was when we went to a huge waterpark called Schlitterbahn. At the waterpark we went down some water slides, then we tricked my grandma to take a picture under the big bucket that dumps water. Right after we took picture the water dumped on her.

We went to Splash Mountain as a group. It was boring at first having to wait in lines for almost an hour. When we finally got to the post I felt the mists of water spraying lightly on our faces. My family got to sit by each other I was split up and had to sit by a stranger. It was dark when you walked in the cart, little lights flickered just enough so you could see the robots narrating the story.

it is as if the excruicating pain could double up on my breathing and the pool that I am now drowning in, is made of my own soul. it is too dark to see anything and I am struggling to keep afloat because I have lost my sense of direction countless times. and it feels like time is slowing down and my pain threshold is going along for the ride of which you went before you fell.

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There was a sharp tearing pain in my leg. I jerked away from it, a thick red line standing out on my bleeding leg. Before I could process further, grief was ramming into my chest, and I was on my back.

The summer before my 8th grade year we had planned a cruise to go to Jamaica. I had never been out of the country before so my excitement was through the roof. Before planning to board the Caribbean Cruise ship, we had decided to stay two days in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. We drove all the way down the Florida - my Dad being scared to fly - with 6 people in the car, it's safe to say it was a very entertaining car ride. When we finally arrived, we immediately went straight to the beach and just relaxed. Those two days in Florida were so fun and stress free I didn't wanna leave so soon. But the time flew by and next thing you know we were boarding the cruise ship.

My body bounced up and down slightly, hitting the back of a wall each time I came down. I winced in pain, moving my hand to rub my eyes. I flinched as soon as I couldn't move my hands, rope slicing into my skin.

Both my parents burst through the doors, looking slightly concerned. “Mehak, why are you screaming?” My mom questioned. My eyes started to get watery, thinking of all the terrible possibilities, and I got a feeling in my gut that something was wrong. “Grandpa... H-he...w-were t-talking a-and h-he started c-coughing a-and the l-line w-went d-dead.” I stuttered, not knowing what to think. My dad flew out of the room, probably to contact my grandma about what was going on.

We were in the middle of the desert, basically having no sense of direction whatsoever. Riding down the coastline of a twenty-mile island off the coast of Venezuela. Not knowing where to go was an issue but my brother, Ben, and I were on the ATV zooming through the desert seeing various attractions throughout the trip. Watching animals run everywhere, experiencing the views of little beaches with huge waves it was like a dream come true.