I am not sure how horrific seeing someone having a seizure is, especially someone you love, but my sister screamed to the top of her lungs... ... middle of paper ... ... stay in my wheelchair if I had to go somewhere. A week later I was able to walk and swiftly discharged and sent home with medications to take. Since then I have had seizures every four to five years. This has handicapped me throughout my years. When I was in grade school I was not able spend the night over my friends house in fear that I would have in episode.
Tufino When I was sixteen years old I became pregnant with my first child and I felt like my whole world was ending in a matter of a second. I felt alone and scared because I didn’t know how I was going to tell my parents that I was pregnant. I remember pretending to act like everything was ok but my father was noticing my changes. He would ask me why I was so tired all the time and why I was always sleeping so much. I would always say I was just overwhelmed with school work.
We then listened to the heartbeat, which was really fast. It was really neat and it made us cry some more. The nurses asked me a whole bunch of questions, gave me on some prenatal pills to sample, and then told me to schedule an appointment to come back sometime next week. They acted like it was no big deal. Well, it was, didn't they realize that I was only seventeen years old, a senior, and not even out of high school yet.
I ended up staying up late and heard her cry in her room. I got an A on my homework, but that A didn 't matter anymore I hurt my mom. Kids with parents who cannot speak English suffer a lot from having to do their homework on their own, this affects us in our academic growth and self-esteem. I grew up tutoring myself new words, I had to purchase my first dictionary at age 12 in order to learn new words and not feel dumb in class. My mom would come around and ask if I needed help (after that argument we had) I would say no with a smile on my face just to reassure her I knew what I was doing, but I really had no
The gut wrenching feeling I got in the pit of my stomach when I saw the plus sign on the pregnancy test meant that things were going to change fast. Over the course of the next couple months, I found myself contemplating how I was going to cope with this huge responsibility. Many of my friends who have had children still work the same dead end job, stopped going to school, and were always complaining about how hard life is with a child. Then I had a realization one night when I was lying awake in bed. I could not sleep due to what felt like three Thanksgiving dinners in my belly, yet I had not eaten in hours.
The most stressful experience for me started the end of the 2015 spring semester and ended towards the middle of July. During that time so much happened and it took a toll on me. In February my Grandma was diagnosed with cancer but I didn’t find out until the beginning of April. She didn’t want me any of us to worry so she told my aunt not to tell us. During that time I was working and trying to help my mom with the bills and I was in school online.
Smoking Bans: Good or Bad? I grew up with a mother and father who did not smoke, but when we would go visit my Grandma and Aunt every weekend I would not be able to stand the smell and always felt like I was suffocating. The only thing I really knew about the smoke in their houses was that it smelled horrible, I didn’t understand that it would affect me later on in life. One day during my seventh grade Physical Education (PE) class I started having a hard time breathing, I thought it was because I was running around playing with my friends. After about thirty minutes I was finally able to catch my breath after relaxing for a little bit, but when I got home I was out of breath again.
Late effects of cancer treatment appear long after the catheter is removed, weekly blood draws cease, and the wigs are tucked away in the back of a closet. A cancer survivor may leave weekly trips to the cancer clinic behind, but late effects can linger for years afterwards. Kathy Steindorf, 43, of Wisconsin, was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s Disease at 38. Four years after entering remission, she began having nightmares that jolted her from sleep to sheet-soaking sweats. “I woke up from the nightmares with a cold fear,” she said.
I felt so good that by the first day of the new school year I was set up to attend El Dorado and get back into a normal schooling environment. Walking in the first day of freshmen year I was nervous to see all the people I had not spoken to in a long time but ultimately ended up having a great day. However, the next morning I woke up and felt terrible. My head ached, I felt nauseous and I was filled with anxiety. What was meant to be one sick day soon became anoth... ... middle of paper ... ...
After the third week of school, I told my mom I had to quit all my other activities because school took up too much of my time. I laugh now at how precocious I was, but in the eyes of any five-year-old, three hours is a huge chunk of their time. I cannot even imagine what my behavior would have been like if kindergarten was a full day. After three hours of school, I was exhausted and a little irritable. This transition from no structure to six hours of structured school time may be too much for a young child to handle.