Personal Narrative: My Trip To A Nurse

Barely walking, stomach aching, head spinning as I got into the car. I had to go to the hospital in the middle of the night and I had no idea why. I was alone with me and a nurse from summer’s best two weeks. It had only been a day, and it was happening again. It had been a year since I had gone to summer’s best two weeks in Boswell, PA, but the joy of seeing my friends from the previous year did not last long. Earlier that day, I had gotten a stomach ache during basketball. I thought it would end up going away, but it didn’t, and that had turned into a trip to the nurse. After the nurse gave me medicine and it only got worse and I started throwing up continuously, the trip to the nurse turned into a trip to the doctor’s office. While at

After that, I went back to my room and threw up a few times. The acidic, bitter taste in my mouth was not my favorite in the world. Every time I threw up I waited for my stomach ache to stop and lighten up, but it never left. Finally, my dad came to the hospital. It seemed like years ago when I last saw him, but really it was only two days before. After my dad came the doctors asked him a bunch of questions, then decided that they should give me medicine that would make me stop throwing up. They gave me a giant pill, and I could drink it with almost no water because they didn’t want me to eat or drink anything because they were planning on doing more tests. I put a few drops of water in my mouth and put the pill in my mouth. Immediately, the pill began to dissolve, and it tasted like the most sour thing I had ever had. I tried swallowing it but it tasted so bad I had to spit it out. The disgusting flavor made me throw up again. I wanted the taste in my mouth to leave, but the nurses did not let me. I was so thirsty I could have drank a river (hyperbole). I waited for the pain to go down in my stomach ache, but it didn’t once again.

After what seemed like a million tests and hundreds of medicine put through my IV, one the doctors came into my room. She said she knew what the cause of my stomach ache was. My ears were wide open when she told me she knew what was happening. I just wanted this stubborn stomach ache to go away once and for all. “You are going to have to have an

“How good is the surgeon that will perform the surgery,” my dad asked.

“He is a professional and has done this surgery many times before so he is very experienced, but if you don’t want to go to this hospital, you can also go to a hospital in Pittsburgh.” the doctor answered.

My dad thought about this for a very long time. He asked the doctor what she would do if it were her child, and she said the one in Pittsburgh, just because she lived very close by. But otherwise, she suggested that I just stay here and have the surgery. My dad finally decided that I just stay in the hospital.

At about ten o’clock in the morning, I had my surgery. The doctors took me to a different room and gave me anesthesia through my IV. They told me that I would probably start to laugh and act different because of the medicine. The last thing I remember was getting the medicine and not feeling anything happen, and because they said I would laugh, I smiled because I didn’t know what else to do.

I woke up and my stomach ache was gone. I felt so much better, but so tired. My eyelids felt very heavy, so I just kept them closed. I couldn’t believe a little stomach ache turned into an entire surgery, in less than 24 hours. This event in my life has taught me that there are some unexpected bumps in the road, but you just have to keep moving