The Game
They tried to hide the huge needle, of course. He laid with his face planted hard into the sheets.
His father and a nurse held him down by his shoulders and legs.
The needle was pushed in just above his hip. He took it better than most boys his age. He clenched as it
made its way through his skin. It stopped when it met his hipbone.
The doctor had to ratchet it now, hard, to penetrate the bone. He clenched harder. The doctor now rocked
the needle around in every direction now, to break of the thread of marrow that was drawn. The boy's lips
finally opened. His father would never forget the scream that came out. All he did was tighten his grip as the
boy thrashed. It was this, or it was death.
The doctor had all that was needed for now. A sample to analyze before making a final decision.
Tomorrow, if all was good, the needle would have to go in four more times, it wouldn't hurt though, promise.
"Don't worry, David, you'll get anesthesia next time. You'll be numb, you'll never feel a thing."
He stepped out of the car and looked around. Before him he observed a stately building, manicured
flowers, lush green grass. He noticed some men wearing spotless shoes, and neatly creased slacks standing
on the grass observing a small white ball and trading remarks that made them smile. Everyone, everything,
seemed so peaceful, so clean, so perfect at Timuquana Country Club.
David Duval was just nine. He was so short that his bag of clubs almost dragged on the ground.
He was slightly chunky, with freckled skin. His bottle-thick glasses sat on his nose. He carried six bags of
golf balls to the driving range. If you watched how he carried himself, you wouldn't know that he had really
just started playing, or that the bag of clubs was irritating a string of puncture scars on his hips.
He poured the balls out and began sending them flying across the grass. The men finished and
moved away. David left only to collect six more bags of balls, about 150 more balls, and returned, again and
again. "David," Woodrow Burton, a club employee, begged, "you better leave some of them balls for the
members." David, saying nothing, opened his palms for the balls. Soon those calluses would be hard, those
hands wouldn't feel a thing.
...nd for the mask and held it over her face. The doctor moved the dial and watched her. In a little while it was over. “It wasn’t much,” Catherine said.
Michael was not always good at basketball, either. People told Michael that he was too short to
please let him in? As he spoke, he kept looking over his shoulder at a car parked right
Then, something sharp drove into the back of his neck, though he hadn't even the energy to flinch as it hooked in deep and hauled him upwards. The two warriors dragged him bodily from the hole he'd fallen through, soaked down to his marrow and violent coughs shaking through his tiny and chilled body.
Dr. Janov wrote that he invited the young man to emulate the performance. Although the patient was resistant at first, Janov’s persistence has made the man scream “Mama!”, fall off the chair, and squirm in pain on the floor.
He yanked to one side, and then the other, bringing out the tears. I squeezed my mom’s hand as it continued. I struggled and moaned but it wouldn't stop. I cried like a maniac for the pain to stop.
was drunk, he would get all the boys out of bed in the middle of the
However, during the procedure, patient looked quite uncomfortable as he needed to maintain the access site straight
the blow continued they cut deeper into the internal tissues4. The small balls produced big,
To his surprise, his father began very carefully to direct the needle into the top of the newchild’s forehead, puncturing the place where the fragile skin pulsed. The newborn squirmed and wailed faintly “Why’s he-“ “Shhh,” The giver said sharply. His father was talking, and Jonas realized that he was hearing the answer to the question he had started to ask. Still in the special voice, his father was saying, “I know, I know. It hurts, little guy. But I have to use a vein, and the veins in your arm are still too teeny-weeny.” He pushed the plunger very slowly, injecting the liquid into the scalp vein until the syringe was empty. “All done. ! That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jonas heard his father say cheerfully. He turned aside and dropped the syringe into a waste receptacle. Now he cleans him up and makes him comfy, Jonas said to himself, aware that the giver didn’t want to talk during the little ceremony. As he continued to watch, the newchild, no longer crying, moved his arms and le...
“I’m sorry for the wait,” said the doctor as he finally walked through the door. I had become so lost in my thoughts I hadn’t realized another
The body lay on the bed and a knife protruded from the solar plexus. The Medical Examiner spoke through clenched teeth, though he tried to be dispassionate.
..., and maneuvered its long bendy stem until it pointed right into my mouth. As he began to work, I stared in a daze at Dr. Rust's thick glasses. When he was done filling my tooth, I got out of the enormous chair and made my way back to the waiting room.
Many people believe that video games change people and mislead them to do bad things, such as drugs and alcohol, but it is the opposite. Gaming prevents people from such acts and actually helps to keep them away from the substances. Lots of people, mainly parents, believe that video games harm people so they try to keep their children away from them. In reality, video games make your life better. Video games can provide many benefits to your lifestyle as “numerous academic studies indicate that playing video games has many psychological and even physical benefits” (Guarini). Gaming helps stimulate the brain and advances your problem solving abilities. There are disadvantages to gaming, which is true, but the amount of benefits outweigh them by far.
She smiled at me and told me that everything was going to be fine. She got me settled into a bed and she handed me a doll wearing a hospital gown. I was still very skeptical, and I felt like getting up from the bed and running away. She and another nurse wheeled the bed into a bright white room that smelled like anesthetic gas and sterile wipes. A nice nurse came in with a syringe of my anesthetic. She injected some into my IV, I was getting sleepy. The surgeon commented on how I was a “fighter” because I didn’t want to go to sleep. The nurse injected another dose of anesthesia, and I was out cold.