A Simply Doctor's Visit

Unable to attend my indoor track meet the following day, my whole Saturday morning and night was spent with nonstop unstable pain and Netflix shows. After having nausea and a bit of fever I told myself, "Should I tell my parents that I cannot take the pain anymore?" Within minutes I arrived at my eternal place, Christiana Care Hospital.

The nurse replied, "Would you say it's more to the right side of your abdominal area? When did you start experiencing such discomfort?" undoubtedly I testified "Yes right there is where I mostly feel the pain and it began Friday afternoon around 6:00 p.m." After I answered her question, more questions were followed by many more questions to the point where one of my answers was an eye-opener to her.

Soon I was taken to another room, "Turn left on D-60," exclaimed the nurse. Sunday morning, 11:25 a.m., to be more exact was the last time I saw the striking young nurse.

Chuckles began to pervade the room while, inside of my veins, there was a 5-inch needle extracting my red blood into a compact bottle."Alright! You are all done now. The doctor should come in 20 minutes or less, turn on the television in the meantime if you wish." Those 20 minutes turned into eternity, almost as if they had forgotten about my pain and I. Truly wished they had forgotten about us because the doctor came in the room and of course, his facial expressions were not so pleasant to observe. I was informed I had appendicitis.

"I brought you a wheelchair so you wouldn't have to walk." I took a good look around the dim room and what caught my attention was a bed that was scary looking as the infamous death chair. The bed began to elevate and entered in a huge scanner, in seconds, I felt my body's cold temperature rise like a good mile run on a humid summer day. Immediately I was returned to my room.

Hours later after I was transferred to Nemours DuPont Children's hospital since I was still underage. Upon arriving I was cleaned from head to toe before proceeding to the surgical area.

One of the anesthesiologists exclaimed, "Alright this is just like water and I will apply it through your IV. You'll feel relaxed by the time we enter the room." The following morning, as expected, I woke up with plenty of pain and therefore was given 2 doses of morphine.

Within minutes of waking up again, I was forced by the nurse to take a walk. With the help of my IV pole, I strolled the hospital hallways. I observed so many younger kids in much worse conditions than I. I realized that while I was in disappointment because I missed out on my weekend plans, those kids were fighting for life.

Later when I was discharged I decided to take another walk and thought I'd pray for them. Everyone faces selfish issues that make us want to break down, even the smallest ones. In my case, it was missing out on my regular activities and plans. While we question ourselves, “Why did this have to happen to me?” be thankful that you have health. Many less fortunate people lack an essential thing in life ----- good stable health----and should not be taken for granted.