Mckenna, I too wrote about the mindless monster and the negative effects it can have on someone. It's crazy to think about the lengths people will go to please someone and will overwork themselves to make sure others are happy. I believe that the only way to be truly happy is to make sure you're good first. The other aspect I agree with was your point on body language. That is something I need to work on a lot as well.
It was a couple hours before we could see you again. They had taken you to the ICU and had gotten you set up before we saw you. When we finally got to see you, you were so swollen and bruised that we hardly recognized you. Every couple hours or so a nurse would come in and give you more sedatives and allergy medicine and every single time you woke up and fought us because the allergy
The lady then looked at the paper and realized it was wrong and started to laugh and said “ I am so sorry I wrote the wrong one down.” I knew that if I didn 't notice the papers they would have done surgery on my right knee instead of the left knee. I was moved to another room where other people were surrounded by nurses getting prepared for surgery. The moment I was stationed in my room I was surrounded by different nurses. There was the anesthetic nurse, the head nurse, the assistant nurses and even the nurses that are in training.
I had never felt so sick or so scared before. The nurses acted fast, administering an antidote to the Tylenol through an IV in my arm. As soon as my mom heard the news, she dropped everything and made the two-hour drive to the hospital, arriving after midnight. I felt ashamed that she had to see me in that state, and guilty for how much I must have worried her. I spent my first two days there hooked up to machines and too weak to stand up for longer than a couple minutes at a time, and she stayed by my side.
My eyes were closed. I could not move, but I could hear everything. Doctors were yelling and frantically scurrying all around me. I could hear the shouting of medicines and dosages as doctors pushed fluids into my IV. Suddenly, everything went blank, and that 's all I remember from my first hospitalization.
They started the 12 inch incision down the center of my chest. The moments after that I still don’t remember. We were at Cleveland Clinic, and today was the day of my open heart surgery. My Grandma, Grandpa, and my family, were all walking to the hospital. I could hear the buzzing of traffic, crazy cars honking at each other, and the premonition.
Hocking Hills It was a cloudy fall day, a cold feeling, and everything seemed calm. We were at hocking hills camping in cabins. The cabins were two stories with one room on the second story and two rooms on the first story. The cabin was built with brown wood with a tint of orange.
The sirens distinct tune followed me as I ran, the loud screeching music closed in on me like walls in a small room. I firmly grasped my candy bar as I turned down a forgotten alley way flooded with smoke smells. My worn shoes were not ready for such a sharp and last minute panic turn, almost diving into a puddle of recently used cigarette butts, I pulled my top heavy body back up to it’s original and close to vertical form and continue my fast paced journey in the night. My journey only lasted a short while before I heard the cop car’s sticky tires scream and slide across the alley’s old and cracked pavement and quickly accomplishes the sharp turn into the narrow alley.
I didn’t know how to respond. I wanted to ask what the hell a catheter even was but couldn’t find the courage to do so. I looked towards my mother pleading with eyes for her to explain the situation to me, I didn’t like feeling so lost. My mom must have got the message because she immediately took control and gave the doctor the go-ahead to do the procedure. Dr. Sarah sent in a group of nurses all dressed in the same colored scrubs with a gurney, strange tube like equipment, and they gave me a hospital gown to change into.
On Friday night I was playing softball. I was playing in right field, the girl up to bat hit the ball. The ball she hit was a line drive right to me, instead of me catching the ball it hit me and I fell and hit the ground. That’s the last thing I remembered before I woke up in the hospital. This hospital was not a place I recognized.
It was a hot, humid day in July. The kind that makes your hair frizz and your pits stink. My dad’s softball tournament was in full swing. They were in the bottom of the fifth with two outs, and his team was up by four. “It’s candy time!”
I was born with a condition known as craniosynostosis. A condition in which a baby's softspot starts to form as part of the skull. When this happens it leaves no room for the brain to grow. So when I was nine months old they had to bring me into surgery and do some technical stuff that I can’t really explain because I don't exactly understand it. My mom as you can imagine was scared half to death.
We all got in the car and drove to the hospital, when we got there they were packed so it took a very long time. My grandma was working at the same hospital. She met us down in the waiting room.
After having been seated for quite a while the doctor came in and explained what would be going on. I was mortified to hear him explain how they would go about yanking out my teeth. And before I knew it was time for them to start. They leaned me back in the chair and began to talk among themselves. I was trying to mentally prepare myself for the pain.
Like many others, the chocolate chip cookie brings back memories from my childhood. One of my favorites is running into my grandmother’s house after chasing my dogs around outside and being greeted by the warmth and aroma of freshly baked cookies in the oven. Even nowadays, when I enter her house, the sweet smell fills the air and I leave any bitterness, frustration, or sadness that I may have at the door. All across the Internet, there are many chocolate chip cookie recipes that claim to have perfected the art of this American classic. Some of them are pretty delicious to be perfectly honest, but none of them taste quite as heavenly as the ones that are made with my grandmother’s love.
