The Worst Day Of My Life

Being a typical 9 year old, I bawled my eyes out. When I moved my arm, it hurt even more. My mom came over to see what all the commotion was all about and I told her what had gone on. I also told her that whenever I moved my arm, it hurt and it felt very weird. She told me we would have to head to the hospital in Columbus to go get an X-Ray to see if it was broken. Thankfully, this was after my older brother’s band’s performance. He came over to us, and my mom told what was about to happen and what we were about to do. He wasn’t happy, to say the least. After about 5 minutes of arguing, my brother lost and my mom took the rest of us to Columbus. As we got into the car, she told me to keep my arm as still as I could, to which I did. We didn’t go to the hospital right away, however, we went to McDonald’s instead to try and make me feel better with some ice cream. It worked, and made me feel glad, even until I got into the hospital. I had never had a broken bone before up until that point in my life, so I didn’t know what to expect. We sat in the waiting room for about 5-10 minutes, until the nurse came into the room to tell us that the doctor was waiting. We got into

Later that day we went to visit him in the Oklahoma Sooners pediatrics hospital and he stayed in the hospital for the rest of his spring break. He went under two different tests an EEG and an MRI. Needless to say when I saw that he was awake and he was able to come back to his senses the whole weight of the world was lifted off of my shoulders. I was trying to be optimistic about it and I kept telling myself he was going to overcome this. I remember just listening to the sirens of the ambulance as they rode off to the hospital I wouldn’t eat until he woke up and he didn’t wake up until about 5:14 in the afternoon.

Morris states that PTSD is often thought of as being a syndrome of remembering things too well. He adds that “the ones who ‘forget,’ they suffer later” (Morris 35).

First, I think it is very important that we have a clear definition of what PTSD is. Getzfeld & Schwartz (2012) defined PTSD as, ““An anxiety disorder that typically occurs after being exposed to a traumatic event such as war or violence; warning signs consist of: anxiety, the avoidance of stimuli linked with the trauma, flashbacks in which the traumatic event is relived mentally, and a "numbing" of emotional responses” (Getzfeld & Schwartz, 2012).

Weeks turned into months, the good news was always the best. It made me feel like i was on top of the world. But the sad part is to this day the don't know what is wrong with him. When they took him out of the coma he very slowly started to heel. They move him into a much large room and they didn't have to keep the lights off all the it was bright and fresh and it didn't have that sad tone to it. The first time walking into the his new room my heart exploded. He was sitting. His frail spain held him up, with support of a few pillows. I look over at my mom and just smiled. That was a special day Liam wasn’t aloud to eat food but we fed him ice cube which doesn’t sound like much but it was great to know that i could help him in anyway. He continued to become more healthy. My sister called my mom and told her that we will be having to have surgery to amputate hands fingers and its toes. that was the most horrid thing I've ever heard I was shocked. Soon my mom received another phone call it was my sister saying that the doctors have decided to move Liam into the burn unit. He stayed a couple of months in the burn unit. At that point the doctors still

Adults can experience post traumatic stress disorder without recollecting the memory of the trauma from their childhood. For example, a person can have brain damage due to a traumatic experience from their life, but can’t remember what caused the event and what exactly happened. Not remembering a disturbing event can still cause PTSD.

Personally, I feel like I cannot even live with PTSD. I was in drama in high school and was chosen to be an actress in the annual Active Shooter Drill. I did not know the experience was going to be as bad as it was. It was really realistic, and I even had nightmares about it multiple times nights after that day. Today, if I hear certain sounds and specific words that the “active shooters” said that day, I will automatically think back to that day when I went through the drill.

I had developed PTSD at the age of six due to a very traumatic event. I had also found myself being subjected to other traumas throughout my childhood; and into my young adult years. PTSD is like a scab if not allowed to heal correctly it will scar. If exposed to more than a single traumatic event and never healing from it properly can lead to what is known as Complex PTSD, thus a build up of scar tissue. Due to my age at the time and the amount of moving, I had no sense of time when it came to my younger years, which has made processing what memories I have harder. Not only that, but my brain went completely “offline.” I was left with no memories of the initial trauma, and only finding sensations that never made

I started to drift into sleep and all of a sudden, I could not breathe; my neck was getting very heavy. I opened my eyes to see jael was laying above me with his hand on my neck choking me, in a swift movement, I kick him to the floor, and as he was trying to recover, I grab him and drag him down the stairs. Jael went to the kitchen grabbed a real knife this time and ended up cutting my right forearm. It hurt but I was not crying, so I ran upstairs where my uncle was and ha asked what was going on and I told him exactly what was going on.

Honestly , it was my first time going to the Accident and Emergency department i was scared and worried about what will happen to my wrist and how will my parents react .While my teacher was doing all the registration i sat there in state of shock . It was really a blessing having my best friend by my side comforting me and constantly telling me everything will be alright . I was then called to do some X-RAYS before consulting the doctor . My parents finally came and just right it was my turn to consult the doctor , my mother then went in together with me . The doctor was then examining my X-RAYS that i took before consulting him . My heart was beating very very fast as I am a right hander and i need my right hand to do many things . Finally the doctor spoke , he said that there was no obvious or major fractures shown in my X-RAYS but i have to put an temporary cast on my hand. He then referred me to a specialist at KK Children Bone Specialist to ensure there was no hairline fracture or any small minor fractures .

We go in and the room was filled with toys for little babies and I was not a baby so I just sat on the bed. I waited for my mom to finish filling out the papers and the doctor to get back. We ended up waiting for twenty minutes before they came back, but when they did, they came with all the supplies they would need for my hand.The cast was purple, and when I returned to school, everyone noticed and asked if they could sign it.

Both my transverse process and superior articular process bones were all broke up and down my back while the last bone of my lumbar vertebrae was cracked in half. I was put into intensive care for three days. I was able to come out of I.C.U and transfer into a regular hospital room on the fourth day. The news that I was out of I.C.U was not the only highlight of the day, I also had to stand up for the first time for an x-ray of my back they had to have. The nurses, doctors and I struggled. When I was finally able to stand up my dad told me that he had to get out of the room because he could not handle the pain he was seeing me go through. When I stood, I screamed out in pain with rivers of tears running down my

The weird part: I didn`t cry. I just remember screaming as loudly as I possibly could as my friends rushed to me and called my parents. I heard gasps, as people tried not to stare at my instantly bruised elbow turning purple and blue. As I was rushed into an ambulance, I could see the worry in my parents sorry eyes, and didn’t know what to do. Once we arrived at the intimidating hospital, with people on gearnies being rolled around all over the first floor, the doctor came to me after what felt like a year. They rolled me to a dark, secluded room where they x-rayed my elbow. I was rolled back and put on medicine that relieved the pain, and put me to sleep, which after all three doses, still barely worked.

I don’t remember much about that day. That day led to a lot of bad things and dark days. I was in middle school, 14 or 15. I was feeling a little bit better after i woke up. I had already been gone for a week or more. It start out as a normal morning. I ate breakfast, got dressed, and did all of the essential things to get ready for school. My sister was already ready. She was going to highschool at that time. My brother was isolated in his room, my father was asleep. My mom is always up when we get ready to go to school. That was no surprise. Smokie one of our cats at the time was really old. My mom was was sitting on our couch using her computer. The smell of freshly brewed coffee was in the air. The sun was just coming up, but it was

Del always told me to write in a journal to record important events….as he had. I always thought it was a waste of time, but after what I’ve seen…it seems fitting. Simply put: