Perfectly Imperfect

A Hospital Trip

I ended up getting sick right before Christmas break. It was my 5th grade year and i went home a few days earlier because i was throwing up at school. So, my dad came to pick me up about a half an hour later. He picked me up and was taking me to my grandmas house. We were half way down the road to her house and even though i had a bucket to puke in,
i ended up trowing up on the floor of his truck. Mom and Dad thought that it was just the stomach flu but with the pain i was having and losing all of the sleep that i did, i wasn't sure but, i never said anything. Then one sunny Saturday afternoon, mom made me try and eat some toast and i barely ate a piece and i had to run to the bathroom and i threw it up. Mom told me to get my snow boots on and put my jacket on too. After i got dressed, she stopped by the garage and  told dad that she was taking me to the emergency room.

It was about forty-five minutes later when we finally arrived at the er. The doctor started to take all of my vitals and made sure that all that was the way it should be. Then he started putting pressure on parts of my stomach and when he got to my lower right side it hurt really bad. Then he almost automatically ordered an x-ray for me. It took a few minutes to get everything ready. They put me in a wheelchair and they brought me to the x-ray room and i had to lay on a bed and the nurse told me to lay as flat as i could; so i did. The doctor finally got the results back and they had to  take me to the hospital. Luckily, the first res ponders were people i knew from school. The both of them were teachers at my old school. The entire ride to the hospital was very rough because every little bump we hit i felt and it hurt like hell. 

Finally when we got to  the hospital, I had to try and go to the bathroom, and when I got in there I blacked out and when I woke up again, I was just a ball on the bathroom floor. Then they had to take me into surgery right away otherwise i could have died in that hospital. I remember what the one doctor had said that i was going to go into surgery and that i need to relax and then he gave me some anesthesia to help me, it didnt help that i was super tired then too. I also remember seeing my mom hug my dad. She was crying too. Mom told me when i woke up that i almost died on the operating table because my  blood pressure shot through the roof and my heart rate dropped.

It was definitely a memorable Christmas  but when I got out i got to spend it with my family so I guess that was the only good part except for the fact that I got to wear pajamas for 4 days before I had to get my stitches taken out. That was my 5th grade Christmas