The Living Dead!
When I was sixteen years of age, I was diagnosed with a very difficult chronicle illness that impacted my ways of living. This illness was a terrifying experience for me and my family. My life has created its own story, and this was the chapter that decided my fate. The beginning of a new era has occurred. My life is a mystery till this day of how I got the chronicle illness, they say someone in my family has it but no one will confess to being the reason for my new and well deconstructed life, so I guess nobody wants to be the blame so I just blame everyone on my side of the family till someone confesses to giving me what I ...view middle of the document...
The morphine went through my body like water it felt so good but once it wore off again it was back to screaming, yelling and crying in front of my mother. As my mother stood there and watched all I could see is tears come down her eyes and her walking out the door to get herself together. Once the team of specialized doctors can to see what was going on with my stomach, they instantly admitted me to the hospital and now I am a patient at John Hopkins Children Hospital.
The next day laying in my hospital bed, the specialized team of GI did there round and when they came to my room they we very direct of what would happen to get me in a better position to get back in better health.
Doctors: “First thing, you can’t eat till we find out what is wrong with you, so we will feed you through the IV needle.”
Doctors: “Secondly, we will prep you for an endoscopy and Colonoscopy procedure”
Doctors: “Then once you are cleared out we will do the procedure to see if we can find anything wrong with your stomach that’s not supposed to be there”
After three whole days of prepping for the two procedures I believe I was ready to go, but before they came to get me one of my doctors had me sign a waiver just stating my will for instances in which I die during the procedure or if I become handy capped after the procedure just general stuff. Transporters came to get me to take me to my procedure room.
Shortly after being in the procedure room I wasn’t too comfortable I was in heavy pain.
Immediately was given Anesthesia. The doctor started to ask a question.
Doctor: “What is your favorite football team?”
Before I could finish my sentence I was fast asleep.
Later in the day… I wake up from the operation as my grandmother and little sister stand by my bed side and try to hold my hand this is the moment I...