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Do I need another surgery?” He smiled and shook his head as a way to say ‘just wait’ we rolled into the room I was set up in. I saw my mom and Rowan sitting on the green couch that was pushed into the corner of the room Reagan on the bed but he hopped off as soon as he saw me and helped Dr.Karev move me to the bed. Doctor Fitzgerald was in a few seconds later in a pair of surgery scrubs. “Rory, Riley we are going to rush you into this surgery.
I am not the type that can lie and be okay with it, so I actually got on my bike and took a trip to Walmart. My big feet barely fit on the pedals. Lucky for me, Walmart is right around the corner, so I was there in no time. Shopping for my sister is impossible. To begin with, I made my way to the crafts area.
A ambulance took my Mom and my brother to Le Bonheur at 4:30 in the morning. I then went home very worried. I kept texting my mom and asking her questions like what is wrong. In the morning I didn 't go to school.
I was on the ground in an instant; And in the infirmary crying like an infant. I had broken my wing, And was the saddest thing.
It was worse than before this time. She was sick and couldn’t hide it. We made the crushing phone call once again, the appointment was rebooked. I continued to sob to her each night, until late hours in the night. This time she had no miraculous revival, she stayed in the same grievous state.
I had no idea where I was. My vision was blurred. All I could hear was the beep of the heart monitor machine. I tried to rub my eyes; however, the plethora of wires connected to my arm restringed my movements. While my vision was gradually improving, I recognized the ICU room and my father laying beside me.
It had now been three weeks since they first were admitted into the hospital. Karen and Lorraine were in and out of the room seemingly as frequent as the nurses. They hoped to be able to speak with their father, but sadly, Edward was only responsive for a few hours at the end of the first week and a change from his dazed state seemed unlikely. “Only a short while before the rest of him gives up,” the nurses had said. Heart attack.
On the ambulance, they had given me an ice pack to put over my eye, and then everything had went blurry until I remembered that I was at a local St.Lukes hospital lying in a bed in medical room. When I was at the hospital, they had taken an x-ray and all sorts of test to see how my body was doing. It turns out that I had swallowed a lot of water when I was unconscious. It also turned out that I really was bleeding inside my
When the doctor came in the X-ray room, he said that they couldn’t do anything, so we would have to go to the Decorah
She was on the couch with her head turned to the side and her face was hanging down. I accompanied my grandmother in the ambulance to the hospital. During the ride she was able to answer a few questions which indicated her cognitive abilities were still intact. Once we arrived at St. Mary’s Hospital my grandmother was taken into the area where family members and visitors were not allowed to go. Later a doctor came out to speak with me regarding my grandmother’s condition.
I felt an intense pain shoot into my chest and neck, and I had to run to the bathroom as fast as my disabled body would allow me to. I heard my mother scream out “Dustin, what’s wrong?” but I couldn’t answer her, all of the soft food that I had tried to eat had come back up, and this was just the first of thousands of times that this would happen over the next nine months. This incident previously described happened on Thanksgiving Day 2014, I was recovering from a surgery that I just had three day prior in order to repair a hiatal hernia. Little did the doctors, my family, or I know that a plethora of other problems would soon arise.
When we finally got in the they gave me a shot that hurt a lot the doctors said that they gave it to me because there was rust on the nail. They said to my mom that it would be awhile before I get help so they gave me a iPad and turned on the TV. Later they came back and the doctor came up too my mom and said it will only be about 20 more minutes and also the wound is so deep that we need to put two layers of stitches in. When they finally came back in they gave me another shot they said this one is going to make your body feel num. They came back ten minutes later to put the first layer of stitches in.
She had to keep checking my creatinine levels to make sure they were going down. When I eventually woke up the next morning I saw my family. They hung out with me the rest of the day until around 5 O 'clock when the Doctor came in and said, “Caleb’s levels have lowered enough that he can head home now. He needs to check in with PT before lifting again.
The soft spoken nurse had sent me out to the lobby to wait again to be called. Minutes later my mother and older sister had showed up to the hospital. “James Sanchez” said a male nurse. I had stumbled over to him, when he asked how I was doing? And told me to follow him.
I blank out and wake up in the hospital they say I made it, but the girl sadly didn’t make it. I asked “How did I make it? I was hit directly by the bus” the nurse
