Personal Narrative Essay

I couldn't believe what was happening. My dad turns to the doctor and says "What do you mean ICU?" That's when she tells us I have bleeding in my brain and that I can't eat or drink and need an IV right away. I'm still so mad at my dad to this day because he promised me I wouldn't need an IV. After they get the needle in, they put a bunch of medicine into me and said that it would make me a little weird. "A little weird" wasn't even close to what it did to me. I thought I was going to have to get moved in a mental hospital after taking that medicine. I couldn't spell or talk and when I did talk nothing I said made sense. People were constantly texting me and I didn't know what I was typing so everyone responded with "what is wrong with you?" Honestly at this point I had no idea. My boyfriend was still here and was laughing at me because of how crazy I sounded but I was honestly scared and thought I was going to be this way forever.

A chest x-ray showed my lungs as "full of rocks" according to the ER doctor and I was admitted to the hospital's telemetry

October 31, 2014 I went to Albuquerque, New Mexico for my normal doctor’s appointment at the Presbyterian Hospital. Usually at normal doctor’s appointment I get an EKG and echo done then afterwards my mom and I talked with the doctor. The doctor appointment was pretty different than the other ones that I usually have. When I got my EKG and echo done my mother and I talked with the doctors about my heart results. My doctor told me that my heart results wasn’t looking that well and he was going to fly me out to Denver, Colorado for treatment.

From there, the doctors place valve mask on my face for inducing oxygen to reach my lungs. For the rest of the day, I spent resting in my room with only food and water to fill my daily necessities. I could feel my parent’s sadness come all over me like a blanket. They were aggravated because my computer teacher didn’t send me to the nurse’s office when I needed help, and they wanted to sue the school. Then one of the doctors came in and told me that I was going to have to rest for a few days in order regulate my oxygen

It was a monday and my mom and I drove to my doctor, she was aghast at how the doctors treated our problem. She took x-rays of both my feet and compared them, ¨Her toes infected, the pus is way too close to her bones, I don’t like what I see...¨ She gave us a note to have an MRI appointment it’s like an x-ray but more detailed not just bones and it scans parts of your body thoroughly and throughout that you aren’t allowed to move or you’ll mess up the pictures and it’s a very long scan mine took about 40

Mrs. S.P.: Not bad…I am not suffering from pain. They give me some medications every day.

In the middle of the conversation, the doctor walked in and asked me how I was doing.

All of these blood test and stuff are new to me. I have never experienced as many test like these in such a consolidated amount of time. I went in to get the biopsy, and when I got home I felt sick to my stomach. Janis said “ Richard you donʻt look well. I am going to call the doctor right now.” Hi, Dr. Hamilton this is Janis, Richards wife. He just had the biopsy done and he does not look well at all. Dr. Hamilton replied, Ok have him come to the emergency room. Then Janis told me Dr. Hamilton said to go to the hospital right now, and he will meet us there.” I am feeling so sick, that I donʻt think I can get into the car, but if it affects my health, I know i can do it. We quickly rushed to the car and fastly drove to the hospital. Now we are at the hospital and I am waiting to hear from Dr. Hamilton. Dr. Hamilton walked into the waiting room and i felt my stomach drop. I looked over at Janis and her legs were shaking. “Richard, I am afraid to say you have an infection resulting from the biopsy. We are going to put you on IV and antibiotics.” Dr. Hamilton said. I was in the hospital for three days. I wasnʻt to scared, I just wanted to get

The heartbeat coming from my chest began to race so fast that I could hear it. Looking over at my Mama, she didn’t even need to sound a letter - her distinct facial expression told me all I needed to know. “Your diagnosis is Narcolepsy.” A surge of so many emotions has never hit me that hard; I didn’t know what to think or feel. That ‘lazy girl’ that falls asleep during class because she doesn’t get enough sleep at night is no longer who I’m known for. The accusations made against my parents that they keep me up at late hours of the night will come to an end. Swallowing hard, my mind drifts to the disfavor-able memory of when the school counselor threatened to have me taken away from my family due to suspicion of child abuse. There were innumerable reasons as to why my diagnosis was beneficial to me progressing through life. But being diagnosed was only the first footstep of the long journey that awaits me; I'm bound to face umpteen drawbacks that will impede my success in

When the doctor’s office called and said it was time for my checkup, I actually looked forward to it. There were twenty fewer pounds of me stepping on that scale and the nurse was happy to see the improvement. She then led me to Examination Room #1, closed the door behind us, and went for the blood pressure machine.

Sitting in the doctor’s office, I was nervous, hoping that I wouldn’t have to get a

I woke up as if it were any other typical school day, forcing myself out of bed. I threw on the pitch black shirt I had laying beside me and the denim jeans laying on my cold tile floor from last night. Reluctantly, I brushed my hair and then my teeth. Suddenly, chronic pains shot through my lower back and to my abdomen. My head pounding, I realized I hadn’t had any water for a few days. Sharp pains all over, I started to feel worse and worse as the clock in the top left corner of my bedroom ticked. I stumbled my way to the kitchen, trying to hold myself up on anything I could grab. I struggled to get a glass out of the cabinet and fill it with water from the sink. After I crawled my way back to my room, I laid on the floor, unable to pull myself up onto the bed. A few seconds went by before I shut my eyes and passed out.

“Okay. The nearest hospital is about ten minutes away, hang in there.” he said softly.

On May 7th I went into my Doctor's office for a check on my health. My parents had been really worried about my health for the past few weeks, I would keep trying to convince them that I felt over a hundred percent, because about 6 months before all of this I had decided to turn my life around for the better. The reason I made that decision was because I was extremely unhappy with myself, I was over three hundred pounds and I wasn’t active and I was very antisocial, and a little depressed. I went on a diet, a serious diet. I changed my life around. I took the friendships I already had and solidified them, made those friendships strong enough that I could seem them last a lifetime. I was on this diet and life changing turn around for about 6 months and it was very nice, I was losing weight and I was happy, genuinely happy, but something about me was off. I was really pale and my hair was falling out and thinning. Eventually it got so bad that it was very hard to ignore or even justify with other reasons, so my parents took me to the Doctors on a Friday morning May 7th. I didn’t think very much of it at the time because I felt fine and I felt like this would just be kind of a waste of time, but I didn’t care because I was missing school so it was like a win/lose situation. I got to the Doctor’s and they made me piss in a cup and it was really awkward because I had never had to do that and I just felt weird about it. Anyways, we went into one of the rooms and they did the

    The doctor came in the room with a worried face, he wanted to talk to us in private outside the room. We went outside the doctor told us that they found that our mom had cancer in her stomach. The doctor told us that they found it so early that with enough treatment she could get cured in about 6 months. But that was the good part, the bad part is that the medicines were too expensive. The job i had right now, working as a youtuber didn’t produce enough money to pay the medicines, and the worst part was that my brother didn’t have money right now because he was building a house. Was desperate for a job that gave me a good amount of money. 1 week passed and i still didn’t have a good job. Until one day when i was watching one of my youtube videos to see if it's good, i saw a commercial about the U.S. Army.