Alan F. A nail in my foot i was walking when i felt a sharp pain going up my foot. I fell to the ground and was crying i didn't know what just happened a lot of blood coming out and blood all over the ground. hopped for help when i told my dad that something just when in my foot he told me what went in your foot but i couldn't tell from all the blood that was coming out . he was cleaning the blood and found out that it was a nail,he told me it was nail. he was wondering where the nail come from,he tried to take it out but it was so far in my foot and i couldn't feel my foot when time pass by. when he tries to take it out more and more blood keeps coming out and there was nothing to stop it. when he tries to take it out i was in a lot of pain. when he couldn't take it out he said we need to go to the hospital. the problem …show more content…
when they start trying to cut my skin it felt like in my foot was getting ripped off. when they were cutting my skin they finally could see the nail perfectly but they still needed to cut some more skin until they can see the whole thing and they can take it out. they stopped for a bit because there was too much blood coming out of my foot. when they started cutting a bit more they finally get the nail but when they are getting the nail out i move and it makes it harder for them to take it out. if felt so painful. they told me to be brave when they are trying to take it out. so they put the nail out a bit and then stopped. then they pulled it more blood came out so they needed to clean my foot and pull again. when they get it have way they stop and clean me and gave me a brake. when they told me if i was ready they told me that my are going to take it out fast so it is not that painful. so when they have the needed they said to close your eyes and don't move when they pulled it finally came out and i was happy that they took it
It was extremely small, but it had a seat with a table next to it and a bunch of blood bags and vials on top. That is where my blood would be drawn. I sat down, freaking out as if my whole life was in danger, it was only going to be one needles poked inside of me, but i knew that it would be in my arm for a very long time. I sat there hyperventilating while my mom finally barked at me “Calm down Jaden! It’s not that big of a deal!”. That did not make me feel better at all, in fact it made things feel worse. I started freaking out even more because not only was I about to do something that I absolutely hated, but I was also being yelled and shamed by my mom. After what felt like hours, a nurse finally walked in and noticed that I was shaking tremendously. She started to show concern as if something were very wrong with me, but my mom told her “He is always like this, don’t worry”. Then that’s when things got awkward and more serious. The nurse started treating me like an eight year old and also mentioned that I should not be worried. “It was all be over soon” she exclaimed. She got out a needle that was
but i was in a hospital and it wasn't my alarm it was my heart rate, i looked down and i had a big wrap around my back and chest. I couldn't remember what had happened but i was cold very cold but it didn't seem to bother me i was so fascinated, i looked up and the doctor was standing there examining him said “we don't know how you survived” i questioned ”what happened” well when we found you you had a icicle strait through your heart and we thought you were gone but when we went to touch it it melted and it was gone except the hole in your chest, but your heart it was in cased in ice and there wasn't a hole it was sealed, but you cant leave yet we are still running test. “but i feel fine im just going to grab my stuff and go” “sir sit down” “no im
My dad explained to me that my femur was broken and that I have to wear a cast until it heals. But something was not right in my leg, I felt it, it still hurt like it was out of place. My dad took me to the doctor and told him that the surgery that was done to me was not right, the bones didn’t connect to each other. They had to perform two more surgeries on my leg to make it right. One surgery to take the bone out from where it was and other one right way to connect it and to let it heal
I felt pressure on my body as if the air pushed it down and the blood fluid up to my forehead and ripped my veins, it is the most painful experience I’ve ever had. My face started twitching and my hands started shivering. That was all I remembered
I was crying of agony on how much pain it was and it was so much pain it felt like a knife pierced my skin for the first time. When I got to my lawn blood was gushing out of my leg, the best idea I had was put a bandaid over it and see if it’ll make it stop bleeding or slow it down. The bandaid
They then put pain medication through and in about five minutes my entire body had gone numb and my head was no longer in the right place. We then approached the hospital when they rolled me into the operating room. The doctor then came in with the anesthesiologist where she had given me something that put me under. I don't remember a single thing I just remember waking up and the nurse was wrapping my arm up and putting a sling on me. Eventually after what seemed like forever the doctor finally arrived back to my room to ask if we had any questions to which after that he had released me with a prescription for pain meds that we had later gotten from the medecine machine that was basically was just a vending machine for meds. My dad had left to go home and I then went with my mom to her house and on the drive she said that she had stayed to watch the operation because she sees operations taking place everyday so it wasn’t as gruesome as some of the things that she witnesses daily. I then asked how it went from her standpoint because I had no recollection of the events that had just taken place. She said that after I went under the doctor tried to place my elbow back into the joint but it had been so hard that with his strength he had been unable to do it alone so they had
Nothing could be worst than your dad bringing up "THE CONVERSATION." Starting at age 5 I loved playing soccer,running up and down the field, making moves and kicking balls to the back of the net was always the way to go. Soccer meant the world to me and especially playing with my best friends since the day I started. My days would go something like this, go to school,get home,do homework then get ready and go to a beautiful fun day at soccer!After soccer I would go home sit on the couch and eat.I was a lazy one. That's why I hoped my dad would never ever bring up this conversation.... But he did anyways.
My mom was laying down next to me rubbing my head and trying to make me laugh. We were all waiting for my surgeon to come to take me in. At one point, the surgeon came and told me to kiss my parents and say goodbye, I got scared because I thought I wasn’t gonna see them again, I thought they were gonna leave me forever. I started crying and tried to run away. I was kicking, screaming, and making up excuses so that they can let me go. Two nurses hold me down and tried to calm me down. The surgeon put a mask on me and told me to count to ten. The mask smelled like cherries, I couldn’t resist not to smell it. The room was spinning and all of a sudden it was pitch
So About a year or maybe like I don’t know a year and a half ago I hit my leg with a trash bag no big deal right? Ha, Ha, WRONG! I unknowingly hurt my ankle bad enough to cut it open and cause it to bleed, bad. I had to go to the ER the second time in my life that I had to go. I think I was there for maybe an hour, I got about 15 stitches (probably less) but that didn’t hurt. Now what did hurt was getting the numbing medicine or morphine if we’re being specific but I carry on, It was in fact
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Somberly she stated “It's certainly dislocated, but there also may be a fracture”. My mom gave me an assuring look, then we barged through the screen door. My mom, dad and I jumped in the van and quickly drove off to the hospital. The pain of my finger surged through my entire being. We had no clue where to find the hospital because we had never had an emergency here before.
Pivot points in life are when your life changes in one direction or another because of an experience. When thinking about these in my life i get drawn back to a time a couple of summers ago. This was the first time I went to EFY. This was a pivot point in my life because it changed my outlook on life. This experience impacted my life in a large way and changed my life forever.
We got to the hospital. They put in a bed and place me and my parents in a room. We were waiting for a guy to get out of surgery. The guys bone was sticking out of his leg. We waited for 3 hours.
I jumped off my bike, but my shoelace stayed stuck to the pedal. I fell off my bike awkwardly. As I hit the ground, I slid on the wet pavement and scraped my leg. The pain was terrible. It felt as if someone put a thousand swords in my leg.
It was Friday night, I took a shower, and one of my aunts came into the bathroom and told me that my dad was sick but he was going to be ok. She told me that so I did not worry. I finished taking a bath, and I immediately went to my daddy’s house to see what was going on. My dad was throwing-up blood, and he could not breath very well. One of my aunts cried and prayed at the same time. I felt worried because she only does that when something bad is going to happen. More people were trying to help my dad until the doctor came. Everybody cried, and I was confused because I thought it was just a stomachache. I asked one of my older brothers if my dad was going to be ok, but he did not answer my question and push me away. My body shock to see him dying, and I took his hand and told him not to give up. The only thing that I heard from him was, “Daughters go to auntie...