My parents tell me that I took to swimming like... a fish takes to water. It is a safe place where I can float free of worries. Driven by passion and dedication, I decided to begin swimming competitively. Competitive swimming requires an intense level of determination and discipline. Forcing myself to get out of my warm bed at 5:30 in the morning to put on a still-slightly-damp swimsuit and stand in 40-degree weather waiting for practice to start. Putting up with limited lane space and irritating swimmers who think they are faster. Making a conscious effort to work on my stroke form, turns, touches, and techniques. The water becomes a whirlpool of injuries, losses, wins, friendships, enemies, and sickness. The water becomes home.
Like a perfect automaton, the nurse proceeds to measure vital signs and note her findings with as little human interaction with you as is possible. After the nurse has completed her tasks, you must wait until the doctor pops his head in, nurse's records in hand. The doctor then proceeds to ask you some variation of the stock doctor question: "What seems to be the problem today?"
“Thank you,” Julie said, “we will get to work right away.” As soon as they left, she ordered the other nurse in the room,
“Laura?” he paused, “DOCTOR, NURSE SOMEBODY!” 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.
“Yes I am to, I was so nervous for you.” About 1 hour after the MRI machine, Bailey and I were in a room talking about what she feels like, I said to Bailey, “Do you feel ok Bailey?”
Patient: "Hello, Dr. Narainsammy, it's great seeing you again." Me: "The pleasure is all mine. It's been a while since our last appointment. How are you feeling?" Patient: "I've been doing better ever since I started taking the new medication that you prescribed for me, but, I am still experiencing severe headaches." Me:
We had the surgery and I was even more nervous the second time around. Fear hung over me so bad I was to the breaking point. I was worried everything was going to go wrong. I remember slightly embarrassed that before the doctor walked in a few tears were shed. Though unlike the other doctor, he came to see me before surgery and noted the tears. Instead of telling me it was going to be okay, he told me it was okay to be afraid; but he would do everything he could to make sure I would come out of it
I believe that no matter how bad a circumstance is, everything will always turn out to be okay in the end. “Bea, go wash your hands,” said my mom. “But I don’t need to!” I whined, jogging down the hallway. “I don’t care, do it anyway. It’s late, you need to
A few events passed, then the announcer’s voice broke through the speaker system saying, “Up next is the 100-yard breaststroke heat one.” I was in heat five, so I had time to prepare. I decided I should get prepped and visualize, so I began to make my way up to lane seven. People buzzed all around, moving swiftly on the pool deck. So many thoughts were running through my head. My stomach was fluttering with nervousness. I had trained so hard this past season. I was worried I would not achieve my goals because I had become so sick towards the end of the season. The early morning wake ups and hours upon hours of practice had taken a devastating a