The sky was half covered with quilted patches of cloud. Stuck in front, the black branches of winter trees appeared to be in full bloom with fluffy cherry blossoms that flew off the ends in a wind. On one of these kinds of mornings, crisp as an apple held between frost-bitten fingers, they found the thing. I'd been sitting in front of the TV eating scrambled eggs seething in hot sauce when everything snapped off. But before that happened, a white bolt of force seared me from the feet up. My body stretched from a sitting position to standing while still on the couch. With my head touching the back wall, I became a bridge between it and the floor, arched high over the cushions. What I remembered the most before the nothing that came after, was a heat, so fierce and yet not burning, crawling my spine. Apparently, Emily chatted by my white bedside, you had a seizure. I was so worried. To come around the corner and there you were, covered in vomit with your eyes bugging out. Lord, I about peed my pants. I didn't know what to do. So I ran back and forth between the phone and you before I could stay in place long enough to dial. She reached over my shoulder and pressed the red call button. They said to let them know if you woke up. They found a tumor on the first try. The CT images were lined up on the light board like a series of in-utero ultrasound shots. And this is your baby, this alien thing, this skeletal fish, this blob of face growing within you. But, said the boy doctor with a zit on his chin, we need to do exploratory surgery to determine if it's cancerous. He leaned in closer to the black and white butterfly slices of my brain. It's intra-axil and doesn't appear to have spread. I see roots there and there. He tapped the cell... ... middle of paper ... ...ith me please. Why no sir, I will not. Do you realize I am the bomb? Did they tell you that? The last thing you want to do is stop me in a lobby full of innocent people. He checked my eyes to see if I was serious or insane. What he saw there changed his face, as if his now white blood stopped his heart. Backing away, he reached for his radio. I walked out between the slide of glass and into a flock of sun blinded pigeons that scattered outward when they realize who was among them. I remain untouchable as long as I share a bite of my food with the street dogs before eating it. For my safety, I laugh quietly and drink from my own bottle. When sleeping in soot covered underpasses, I puff my long white hair out against the darkness. They don't dare approach death now that it's free and roaming the countryside. Even if they could find me, who knows what will set me off.
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
I prepared myself for the upcoming adventurous day. I set out along a less-traveled path through the woods leading to the shore. I could hear every rustle of the newly fallen leaves covering the ground. The brown ground signaled the changing of seasons and nature's way of preparing for the long winter ahead. Soon these leaves would be covered with a thick layer of snow. The leaves still clinging to the trees above displayed a brilliant array of color, simultaneously showing the differences of each and the beauty of the entire forest.
They also did experiments on twins. The twins were examined from head to toe. Measurements of every inch were taken. The twins were allowed to keep their hair for the first several days of the examination. After all the living data was taken the twins would be killed by a single injection of chloroform in the heart. Care was taken to insure the twins died at the same time. The twins were then dissected with the organs being sent to research centers.
There were three completely stocked human anatomy labs holding a total of six classes every week during the 1992 winter quarter. Spread thoughout each lab room were six different stations displaying six different viewpoints of that day’s featured body system. Also located in these lab rooms, but off limits to us, was “the room behind the closed door.” Every so often, when the door was carelessly left ajar, we did manage to grab a peek of the secret room beyond. Filling every cubic inch (50 ft deep, 20 ft wide & 20 ft high) of the room lying beyond the door were steel gurneys stacked upon one another; upon each layer were sealed plastic bags containing cotton cocoons of corpses wa...
It was Friday morning, November 11, and I was in one of my most favorite places in the world, a tree stand. It was a very cold, clear and beautiful morning. The sun was peeking over the trees, the birds where singing, the squirrels where looking for their breakfast and a slight rustle in the leaves told me a deer was not far away.
I find myself lying in bed, drifting ever so closely to sleep. My mind is calmly running the days memories through. Deeper and deeper. Closer to dreamland. My body slowly numbs into a more rested state. Abruptly, I am awakened by an incredible force that is pinning my entire body down at once. It is overwhelmingly strong. My limbs wildly try to fight back only to find themselves powerless to this unseen...something...what it is I am unsure. I feel paralyzed. I am physically unable to move a muscle. I try to scream. The noise won't come. I try to scream louder. Still nothing. I want to cry. It's so heavy pushing down on me. I am overwhelmed by darkness and fear. The more I try to push it off it pushes harder and harder down on me. I am unnerved by the fact that I see nothing causing this intense pressure. I feel breathless. I wonder if I've officially lost my mind. Nothing in this world is capable of making me feel so incredibly helpless. I begin to realize there is nothing I can do to stop this from happening. I give in. I accept my defeat. Slowly now the force begins to recede. I find myself making weird babbling noises, grabbing deliriously at my pillows and blankets. I slowly regain control of my muscle movements. The heaviness is no longer hanging in the air. It is just me now. Still lying in my bed. Yet now I lie terrified, confused, and unsure of what just came over me.
A challenge that I had during my first clinical rotation was the first performed transvaginal scan that came earlier than I expected. It was my first contact with a transvaginal transducer, inside of a woman's body and my first scan of ectopic pregnancy. In spite of all the nervousness and without any knowledge of how the procedure is or how to find the organs by looking internally, I kept my calm and “poker face” together. Everything started as a regular clinical day, eager to learn new scanning techniques and be helpful to the sonographers that I follow during my clinical rotation. This new case that I was about to observed, according to the previous notes were an emergency exam with a suspicion of ectopic pregnancy, however, no one was expected to be a large
The procedure, known as the ‘Strange Situation’, was conducted by observing the behavior of the infant in a series of eight episodes lasting approximately 3 minutes each:
I Remember When - Personal Narrative It was the first weekend in September. The summer holidays are over. and the schools had started back. I was on the beach for the first time after a long week at work.
We were slammed off the road in a tumble, and the only screams I could hear were my own. It was a blur in memory, but crystal clear in the moment. It felt like every ticking second was an eternity. A painful eternity, feeling each one of my ribs agonizingly crack. Listening to the bloodcurdling screams I couldn't even recognize as my own. The car had flipped and we were rolling down a steep hill at full speed. The truck had crushed Aaron's skull like a squished grape and I was in too much of a panic to turn to a seemingly dead Cheyenne. My entire body was lit up with excruciating pain and my ears rang louder than my
Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, sandwiched between the cold, soft dirt and the hot, slick metal of the car. The weight of the car pressed down on the lower half of my body with monster force. It did not hurt, my body was numb. All I could feel was the car hood's mass stamping my body father and farther into the ground. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, on that cursed road, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened, how I felt. I tried to yell but my voice was unheard. All I could do was wait. Wait for someone to help me or wait to die.
There are days when the door to childhood opens and the adult emerges. I just never thought that I would go first. My phone rang. I blinked, looking down at the caller ID.
My First Memory- Personal Narrative I’ve had many memories during my lifetime, many good, and some bad. My
Years ago I had the most terrifying, shocking day of my life. I had between seven or eight years when this happened. The day before the accident, all my family was at my grandfather’s house. We all were eating the food my mother and my aunts brought, telling jokes at the dinner table. Meanwhile, I was playing with my cousins in the backyard. Everyone was enjoying the family meeting. As the time passed by and everyone was about to go home, my mother suggested the idea that we all should go at my grandparent’s ranch next day, since everyone was in town we all could have the chance to go. Everyone liked the idea. It was the perfect time to go because it was a weekend. As they all agreed to go, they begun to decide who bring what to the gathering. Who would have thought that thanks to that suggestion, I would lead me to the hospital the day of the reunion.
Wednesday, October 13, 2013 is a date I will never forget. On that day, time stopped for a moment. I was sixteen and only had my license for a month. I was so excited about having so much freedom, that I was driving every day, with no hesitation. I was invincible,or so I thought. This day changed my thinking completely. What started out as a normal day, quickly turned into one that was very different from any other. I had just gotten out of cheer practice and was on my way home. On the way, I realized that I needed gas, so I decided to go through South Carolina, since they have the lowest gas prices. It was not out of the way, so to say. It was just another rout home. It was not the first time I had taken this way, but, it was definitely the last.