OK so this is a way old story that happened 2 years- almost 3 now- ago but I'm just trying get back into the blogging thing -fyi my writing is a little week in this one but its still makes an alright story!
I write to again with more bitter feelings on the YSA activities. As some of you might know, I have parted with my beloved appendix. This has brought on not only a physical but an emotional pain. Before I continue about my festering bitterness on YSAs I shall tell you my tale. It began on a calm Monday afternoon when I began to feel a subtle but sharp pain in my stomach. I grasped my stomach and braced onto the piano (I was in 7th hour choir) and endured. As the last bell of the day rang, I grabbed my bags and made the trek to my faithful van. Fortunately, as I stepped into my trusty vehicle, I stroked the steering wheel and a warmth ran through my fingers and I was comforted, thus giving me the strength to drive home in safety. As I pulled up into my driveway, unbuckled my seatbelt and stepped out of the nurturing vehicle, I hobbled up my doorstep and walked into my house. I decided to discard all thoughts concerning myself, and thought that even though I wasn't feeling so well perhaps I could make someone elses day a little brighter. I instantly thought of my mother and lovingly began to clean the house. I grabbed the vaccum and got to work. I worked briskfully and happily as I thought of the smile that would be upon my mother's beautiful face when she returned from a hard day's work when all of a sudden I grew very dizzy. I continued to press on, but no matter how hard I tried to finish the good deed that I had begun, I was forced to stop when I became very cold and my body began to shiver. I fell upon the bed and hugged my legs close to my chest. In that instant my stomach filled with a terrible pain. It felt as though I was starving to death, and yet when I tried to eat, the pain only became worse. I layed upon the bed in my silent pain waiting , ever waiting, for my suffering to pass.
My mother walked into the house after a hard days work. She came into her bedroom and saw me in my agonizing state. Half concerned, she exchanged some sympathetic remark and sat down at the computer. The afternoon dragged on, and so did my pain. I laid in silence and held back my tears. My mother began to realize the reality of my pain and called the doctor. He offerered much advice and it brought me no help. After that my mother made numerous calls to the same doctor, in which every call was preceded by some false diagnosis of my condition. I was given medication after medication which was only followed by some unpleasant details that I wish not to share. Finally in hoplessness, I mustered up the remains of my strengths and got ready for bed.
-Intermission- Here ends the dramatic portion of my tale and the rest will
be a little more light hearted. So if your not much of a drahma fan I'll ask
you to continue. If you like drahma then I beg your pardon and beg you to
read on.
be a little more light hearted. So if your not much of a drahma fan I'll ask
you to continue. If you like drahma then I beg your pardon and beg you to
read on.
PART II
The next day I woke up, flung open my window and exchanged a smile with the rising sun. I was feeling very well and rushed around the house getting ready for the new day. To my luck I finished early which provided me with some time to finish most of my homework that I was unable to do the preceding day. When I reached school, I finished the rest because it was club tutoring. My day continued at a jolly pace, and I frolicked from class to class singing and whistling. As I arrived at my uplifting Seminary class I was greeted by my homecoming date, we'll call him Todd. So Todd could tell I was not feeling well and so he inquired. I responded that my stomach was bothering me. Instead of a loving embrace,he said" does this hurt?" and I recieved a hard jab in my right side and I collapsed on a near by desk. I began breathing heavily and with much concern he yelled"whimp" as he left the room. From then on the pain rested heavily in my side. I made it through the rest of the day and by the time I had made it home, my pain had eased. When my mom got home I was informed that a doctor's appointment had been made. We debated whether to take it or not and my mom made it quite clear that she didnt think it was necessary. She had almost convinced me but I finally decided that I wanted to figure out the cause of my previous pain even if it had subsided. We went to the doctors and after he pushed at my side and ran a few tests he left the room. After waiting only a few minutes, he walked in and said, "They are holding a bed for you at the hospital. Be there in 10 min. I suspect you have appendicides. It will probably come out tonight depending on the catscans."- Well fellow readers I understand you are on the edge of your seats but I must come to a hault until tomorrow for I fear that my writing is slacking because Ive been writing too long. By the way Im bitter because the only place I can lay down is on the couch in my living room and the YSAs are having pancake night in there so I have had to sit up for the past 2 hours and it hurts. I love you all and I hope you have a good night! Until Part III! Your beloved invalid, Ronilyn Sloan
The next day I woke up, flung open my window and exchanged a smile with the rising sun. I was feeling very well and rushed around the house getting ready for the new day. To my luck I finished early which provided me with some time to finish most of my homework that I was unable to do the preceding day. When I reached school, I finished the rest because it was club tutoring. My day continued at a jolly pace, and I frolicked from class to class singing and whistling. As I arrived at my uplifting Seminary class I was greeted by my homecoming date, we'll call him Todd. So Todd could tell I was not feeling well and so he inquired. I responded that my stomach was bothering me. Instead of a loving embrace,he said" does this hurt?" and I recieved a hard jab in my right side and I collapsed on a near by desk. I began breathing heavily and with much concern he yelled"whimp" as he left the room. From then on the pain rested heavily in my side. I made it through the rest of the day and by the time I had made it home, my pain had eased. When my mom got home I was informed that a doctor's appointment had been made. We debated whether to take it or not and my mom made it quite clear that she didnt think it was necessary. She had almost convinced me but I finally decided that I wanted to figure out the cause of my previous pain even if it had subsided. We went to the doctors and after he pushed at my side and ran a few tests he left the room. After waiting only a few minutes, he walked in and said, "They are holding a bed for you at the hospital. Be there in 10 min. I suspect you have appendicides. It will probably come out tonight depending on the catscans."- Well fellow readers I understand you are on the edge of your seats but I must come to a hault until tomorrow for I fear that my writing is slacking because Ive been writing too long. By the way Im bitter because the only place I can lay down is on the couch in my living room and the YSAs are having pancake night in there so I have had to sit up for the past 2 hours and it hurts. I love you all and I hope you have a good night! Until Part III! Your beloved invalid, Ronilyn Sloan
PART III
"The Missing Piece" Continued
Dr. Griner then replied " Be at the hospital in 10 minutes or you could lose the chance of getting in and then you would have to wait a day or two for a vacancy and that could be too late." After hearing the news my mother just smiled and said, "Alright thanks again." I, thinking we we're in a hurry cause the hospital was more than 10 minutes away, began to briskfully walk to our car. Apparently we were'nt because by the time I reached the car my mom was inside chatting with the nurses. Finally she emerged and said,
"Roni, just be honest if you dont feel anything. This isnt a time to make up stories." I was in shock. My mom thought I was making up my ailment. I assured her that I wasnt just schemeing a way to go to a hospital, and that although most people Im sure would do anything to go, I was not one of those people. My sarcasm only made her think that I was putting on a facade. She remarked, " Lets stop and visit Noni." Ok I love my grandmother but for some reason this activity was sounding like the best idea. As we drove mental pictures raced through my head of my appendix bursting and me falling to the ground in agony as my mother and Noni casually talked about there days. We went in and sat down and went back out to the car 20 minutes later. As we hopped in the car I said, "Well its a good thing you are so concerned about my condition or else we might never get to the hospital." I was immediately threatened that my appendix better be hurting when we get to the hospital. Oh the tenderness of motherly love. She went to our house so I could get my pillow and pajamas and as I walked in the house my mother drove off. 10 minutes later she came back and honked. I got in and she said " I decided to go get my school books so I wouldn't be wasting my evening." These comments made me a little bitter. We arrived at the hospital in a grand total of 60 min rather than 10. I checked in and they fortunately still had a bed for me. They brought out a wheel chair and told me to sit in it. Apparently this is a hospital custom because I could walk perfectly and so could the lady who was sitting in her wheel chair next to me. As I sat there I saw an attractive and solid man approaching me. As he got closer he asked are you Miss Peters? As I opened my mouth to accept - I was ready to be whoever this guy wanted to be even if it did require me to change my last name- the lady next to me said, "no thats me, and its Ms. Peters. I want you to know Ive been here for 30 min." So the hot man wheeled off the hag. I sat there mourning over the chance that I lost to meet my husband, when a cute petite nurse, weighing no more than 80lbs. and standing a little less than 5 ft. walked in. "Are you Miss Sloan?" I acknowledged this and she began to wheel me to the elevator. I felt so stupid. Here I can walk perfectly fine and this stick girl who is about to snap is pushing my gigantic carcuss around. As we went into the elevator, I imagined her shaking and struggling as she pushed me, and the mental image caused me to start laughing a loud. This random action I think made her a little uncomfortable and probably made her think that I was phsycotic. She wheeled me into my room and presented me with the fashionalbe hospital apparell I would be wearing. I observed that these garments were a little revealing so in order to keep to my modest standards, I put on my pajamas and then put the garment over them. My two nurses came in and introduced themselves and over conversation that began about my condition ended 20 min. later about the scandall about Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston. Sadly it came to a close because the nurses realized that they had to take care of their other patients. So I layed in bed and got bored so I started exploring my quarters. I looked at a variety of needles and operating tools until I came upon the blood preassure thing and I was able to keep my self entertained as I attempted to get the band to
squeeze my arm as tight as it could. Soon the two different nurses entered and were a little alarmed that I was playing with this piece of equipment and they took it from me. It was a sad parting. However I got over it quickly when I was informed that it was time to put my IV in. I was scared too death cause Ive never had one before and they looked painful. Each of the nurses introduced themselves and one of then was a student. He asked me if he could put my IV in or if I would prefer the other nurse to do it. My reply, "Hey I dont care go for it." Him- "Really? Are you sure? Are you sure youd rather have a trained nurse to do it?" - Me -"Uh im not anymore. Its sounds like your not sure of what your doing. Have you done it before?" him (chuckling)"yeah I have, its not that hard."me"Sure then if you need the experience. Here prepare my limb." at this comment I lifted up my hand and presented it to him. He laughed and began to set up for the procedure.We continued to talk and I could tell that a new friendship was building. As I
looked away to talk to my mother me new "friend" maliciously seized my hand forcefully stabbing my hand with his needle. Soon the comment "Oops. I missed" shortly followed. I was biting my lip determined to endure the pain. I bit tighter and tighter, and clenched my fists , trying to remain relaxed and keep in the tears as this main pumped the need in and out of my hands several times. Finally he gave up and said, "Im sorry, I guess I kinda messed up and stabbed through your vein a few times. My hand started bleeding profusely and the man grabbed a tissue and applied pressure to my hand and it hurt like crazy. He also tied a elastic band around my arm to cut of circulation and continued to firmly hold the tissue against my hand. I looked away for a few seconds and when I turned back to look at my hand, the blood that had escaped my vein was building up under the skin and it soon looked as if there was a golfball under my skin. He bandaged me up, made some joke about inserting a golf ball into my hand and then asked me to look at him and tell him if I was ok. I couldnt. And when I turned to look at him I couldnt say anything. He kept repeating his question and I finally whimpered a yes, Im fine and the tears began to flow. He felt awful and just left. I felt so guilty when he left cause I didnt want him to feel bad. I sat there and the other nurse came in and gasped. She ran to my arm and snapped the elastic off. I hadnt noticed but my arm had turned a deep purple. "What did he do to you? Im sry, we'll get you fixed up." So my IV
was inserted. After getting set up it was time for catscans.
Dr. Griner then replied " Be at the hospital in 10 minutes or you could lose the chance of getting in and then you would have to wait a day or two for a vacancy and that could be too late." After hearing the news my mother just smiled and said, "Alright thanks again." I, thinking we we're in a hurry cause the hospital was more than 10 minutes away, began to briskfully walk to our car. Apparently we were'nt because by the time I reached the car my mom was inside chatting with the nurses. Finally she emerged and said,
"Roni, just be honest if you dont feel anything. This isnt a time to make up stories." I was in shock. My mom thought I was making up my ailment. I assured her that I wasnt just schemeing a way to go to a hospital, and that although most people Im sure would do anything to go, I was not one of those people. My sarcasm only made her think that I was putting on a facade. She remarked, " Lets stop and visit Noni." Ok I love my grandmother but for some reason this activity was sounding like the best idea. As we drove mental pictures raced through my head of my appendix bursting and me falling to the ground in agony as my mother and Noni casually talked about there days. We went in and sat down and went back out to the car 20 minutes later. As we hopped in the car I said, "Well its a good thing you are so concerned about my condition or else we might never get to the hospital." I was immediately threatened that my appendix better be hurting when we get to the hospital. Oh the tenderness of motherly love. She went to our house so I could get my pillow and pajamas and as I walked in the house my mother drove off. 10 minutes later she came back and honked. I got in and she said " I decided to go get my school books so I wouldn't be wasting my evening." These comments made me a little bitter. We arrived at the hospital in a grand total of 60 min rather than 10. I checked in and they fortunately still had a bed for me. They brought out a wheel chair and told me to sit in it. Apparently this is a hospital custom because I could walk perfectly and so could the lady who was sitting in her wheel chair next to me. As I sat there I saw an attractive and solid man approaching me. As he got closer he asked are you Miss Peters? As I opened my mouth to accept - I was ready to be whoever this guy wanted to be even if it did require me to change my last name- the lady next to me said, "no thats me, and its Ms. Peters. I want you to know Ive been here for 30 min." So the hot man wheeled off the hag. I sat there mourning over the chance that I lost to meet my husband, when a cute petite nurse, weighing no more than 80lbs. and standing a little less than 5 ft. walked in. "Are you Miss Sloan?" I acknowledged this and she began to wheel me to the elevator. I felt so stupid. Here I can walk perfectly fine and this stick girl who is about to snap is pushing my gigantic carcuss around. As we went into the elevator, I imagined her shaking and struggling as she pushed me, and the mental image caused me to start laughing a loud. This random action I think made her a little uncomfortable and probably made her think that I was phsycotic. She wheeled me into my room and presented me with the fashionalbe hospital apparell I would be wearing. I observed that these garments were a little revealing so in order to keep to my modest standards, I put on my pajamas and then put the garment over them. My two nurses came in and introduced themselves and over conversation that began about my condition ended 20 min. later about the scandall about Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston. Sadly it came to a close because the nurses realized that they had to take care of their other patients. So I layed in bed and got bored so I started exploring my quarters. I looked at a variety of needles and operating tools until I came upon the blood preassure thing and I was able to keep my self entertained as I attempted to get the band to
squeeze my arm as tight as it could. Soon the two different nurses entered and were a little alarmed that I was playing with this piece of equipment and they took it from me. It was a sad parting. However I got over it quickly when I was informed that it was time to put my IV in. I was scared too death cause Ive never had one before and they looked painful. Each of the nurses introduced themselves and one of then was a student. He asked me if he could put my IV in or if I would prefer the other nurse to do it. My reply, "Hey I dont care go for it." Him- "Really? Are you sure? Are you sure youd rather have a trained nurse to do it?" - Me -"Uh im not anymore. Its sounds like your not sure of what your doing. Have you done it before?" him (chuckling)"yeah I have, its not that hard."me"Sure then if you need the experience. Here prepare my limb." at this comment I lifted up my hand and presented it to him. He laughed and began to set up for the procedure.We continued to talk and I could tell that a new friendship was building. As I
looked away to talk to my mother me new "friend" maliciously seized my hand forcefully stabbing my hand with his needle. Soon the comment "Oops. I missed" shortly followed. I was biting my lip determined to endure the pain. I bit tighter and tighter, and clenched my fists , trying to remain relaxed and keep in the tears as this main pumped the need in and out of my hands several times. Finally he gave up and said, "Im sorry, I guess I kinda messed up and stabbed through your vein a few times. My hand started bleeding profusely and the man grabbed a tissue and applied pressure to my hand and it hurt like crazy. He also tied a elastic band around my arm to cut of circulation and continued to firmly hold the tissue against my hand. I looked away for a few seconds and when I turned back to look at my hand, the blood that had escaped my vein was building up under the skin and it soon looked as if there was a golfball under my skin. He bandaged me up, made some joke about inserting a golf ball into my hand and then asked me to look at him and tell him if I was ok. I couldnt. And when I turned to look at him I couldnt say anything. He kept repeating his question and I finally whimpered a yes, Im fine and the tears began to flow. He felt awful and just left. I felt so guilty when he left cause I didnt want him to feel bad. I sat there and the other nurse came in and gasped. She ran to my arm and snapped the elastic off. I hadnt noticed but my arm had turned a deep purple. "What did he do to you? Im sry, we'll get you fixed up." So my IV
was inserted. After getting set up it was time for catscans.
PART IV
So i was getting prepared for my catscans. First they brought me in 32 oz. of boron. yes boron is a drink and its disguting.( It might have been another element that started with a b- i think it was boron though) Anyway its a white milky substance that is grainy with a similar taste to Tang. It was disgusting. However i drank it very quickly so i wouldn't have to savor this awful drink. When i finished i was taken for catscans where i was injected with iodine. When they finished they took me back to my bed and i fell asleep. As i slept i had nightmare that i was brought two more bottles of boron. i soon realized i wasnt sleeping and it wasnt a nightmare. The nurse brought in 32 oz. more and smiled saying, "your catscans didnt workout. we're going to have to do it again." This was the real torture. I couldn't believe it. I just chugged all this nasty liquid and they were
expecting me to drink more. I wanted to cry. I was so full so i had no other choice then to drink the liquid slow. I was taken from my bed again ,now holding 64 oz. of thick grainy milky liquid in my stomach, and wheeled to get a second catscan where i was injected again with more iodine. I finally was returned to my room. The next time i awoke i was in the operating room gettin informed that it was 2 o'clock in the morning and that they were going to begin operating. The idea of getting cut open never sounded more appealing. Seriously. I was so full from that awful stuff that i would have done almost anything to get it out. I quickly made this comment to the surgeon that i would be grateful if he'd pump my stomach while he was in the process of cutting up my insides. He laughed. I couldn't believe it. I dont think he realized how much pain my stomach was in cause it was so full. I think I was just tired but i was so mad at whoever the idiot was that messed up on my first cat scan. So i layed there enraged as the surgeon told me everything he was going to do. He started getting really graphic and if he would have listened to me at all when i told him about the boron incident he would have known that this wasn't the time to make me feel more sick. Ill let u fill in the next part of this story. Anyway as he continued to talk about ripping my appendix from my body and shoving it in this bottle i couldnt help but feel a little violated. He talked about it so casually. To think that this man was going to put his grubby little hands into my stomach move everything around made me a little uneasy. Who does he think is? At this point in the story, had it taken its natural course, i might have protested to this procedure but we'll never know cause the sneaky bald headed anesthesia man shoved a needle in my IV and I was inhumanely forced to fall into an involutary sleep. I was a little appauled that he gave me no warning. Rude. As i layed motionless, and unconcious, and not remembering a thing, im sure i can imagine how it must of felt, as my appendix wrapped tightly around my intestine, holding on for dear life as this foreign invader with his grubby little hands extracted it piece by piece. As i awoke from the anesthesia it felt like i was awaking from a nightmare. I had no idea where i was and i had this mask forced against my face as i struggled to breathe. I began to thrash and tried to break free which i finally manged. I threw my fist randomly into the air and felt it make contact with the face of some stranger, i heard a few gasps and i began to sit up, trying to leave the bed. In my efforts to escape, I was forcefully pushed back onto the bed, and i was held down as my legs and arms were strapped down to the bed. It was the worst feeling in the world. i felt like i was being attacked and i couldnt get away so I started to cry and the mask was pushed back onto my face. Finally a nurse began to talk to me and i finally remembered where i was. I fell back asleep and didnt awake til morning. that morning i was greeted by my surgeon and the nurse that i had apparently slugged in the face. There was a light bruise and i felt awful. I apologized for the rest of my stay. I didnt mind the hospital except for the pesky little red head lady. she was so annoying. She was obsessed with taking my blood. And she wouldnt even let me know when she was doing it. She'd just sneak up behind me and jab the needle into my arm. This was going a little too far so i decided to catch her in the act the next time. One hour later, i pretended to be asleep and when she came by I grabbed my arm and so she couldnt stab me again. We then had a little chat about her taking my blood without asking and how i felt a little violated. From that moment on we were friends and she always asked. However she soon was switched with some other lady who i had to chat with. she was worse though cause she did it every 45 min at night time when i was trying to sleep. Finally i beeped my doctor and he told her that she could lay off. So thats the end of my story. Hope you enjoyed it. However, since this experiance, as i look at the scars i cant
help but feel in my heart that a part of me is missing. I shall never be the same. - Roni
help but feel in my heart that a part of me is missing. I shall never be the same. - Roni
1 comment:
this was an amazing story roni, youre a great writer...i had a similar hospital experience with the whole IV and interns who cant do them thing. haha and yes that white milk stuff is HORRIBLE!
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