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Two negative effects of a lack of sleep on physical health and well being
Two negative effects of a lack of sleep on physical health and well being
Two negative effects of a lack of sleep on physical health and well being
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“I’m going to take a shower and get dressed then since testing will happen soon.” I said, crunching on my last morsel of bacon. I walked to the bathroom with my handful of clothes and turned on the water. I stood in the steaming hot shower as shut my eyes. My mind wandered and pretty soon the shower shut off, like it always does on it’s ten minute timer. Sighing I stepped out, got dressed, and began combing my messy hair. “Kat, hurry up! They’ll be here any minute!” I heard Caroline shout from the other room. Today was going to be a struggle paying attention during the tests because I had already daydreamed three times today. Little did she know, I daydreamed about them being ten minutes late so I could shower longer. “Okay, okay.” I called …show more content…
He looked down at my forearm and grabbed the antibiotics and some bandages not questioning how it had happened. “Dreaming about hurting yourself on doors again I see.” The doctor said, smirking. I looked down at my lap sheepishly and nodded. I always had dreams about myself getting hurt on doors before the doctors came and thats how I knew in advance the days they’d be making surprise visits. He poured something on my infected wound and it bubbled, sending waves of pain down my arm so bad I almost couldn’t bear it. “450, have you had any recent dreams involving the health of others you’ve met, or met inside your dreams previously?” The doctor asked. I told him about a girl I had dreamed about named Kim and how she was suffering from a brain tumor that I had, in my dream, cured. I watched as his jaw dropped and he began furiously scribbling words down on his clipboard muttering words of thanks to some superior being. “What are your predictions that this happens as far as exact days or months?” he prodded, seeming strangely more interested. “Well from the looks of it, Kim was only nine, which would put the date as November 10th, 2045.” I answered, making a mental note in my head that this date was just three years and four months away from today. He smiled at me and
“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “Everything will be all right.” My doctor was there. That reassured me. I felt that in his presence, nothing serious could happen to me. Every one of his words was healing and every glance of his carried a message of hope. “It will hurt a little,” he said, “but it will pass. Be brave.” (79)
"Two whole days to be packed for the best year of your life." Connie says before disappearing in a yellow flash of
“You could have died if we didn’t find this soon enough.” Swallowing hard, knowing a few weeks later I could have been gone. “You have a diaphragmatic hernia.” While the doctor was explaining to me what happened to my stomach, they were already getting a room set up for me. “You need to have surgery tonight.” Walking into that hospital that morning hoping they would find what was going on, I never thought I would have been having surgery that night. It felt like everything was going so fast. One minute I walked in and the next I was laying in a hospital bed with medicine going into my body, knowing I wouldn’t leave that hospital for at least another week.
“W-what day is today?” She slowly got up but then rushed out of the room.
“Fine I guess I can live with that as long as it does not take that long. Now what do we have to talk about?” said Rosey.
"Still sounds awfully fun," Clara replied. "So, Doctor, how much longer until we make it there?"
“Well, as we said earlier in our previous meetings with your company, we expect it to be done within two years.” Tom replied with a slight shake in his voice.
“Yes” Gavin answered and stared up at the blank ceiling. His eyes outlined the small blemishes in the dry wall, imagining different creatures that he recognized. Without warning a sharp pain flared throughout his neck. He hissed and looked over with his eyes, watching the rather intimidating syringe pump liquid into him. Almost instantly the flesh around the puncture became numb, feeling almost dead even. He blinked in surprise and looked panicky up at Marquis.
“Oh and this one,” Fitzy said. “What do you mean extra time apart? Are you planning a romantic surprise?”
For a second, I forget where I am. Why I’m there. Of course, it comes back to me. Yesterday, I was hit by a car walking to Waffle House with friends. I remember the shock, the blood, the tears but it feels like a dream. I was brought to Children’s Hospital, here they told me that I fractured both of my ankles. This morning, I was taken into surgery. I look down and see my right ankle wrapped in a big beige thing and my left ankle strapped up in a boot. I try to move and the pain that strikes up my lower leg immediately tells me that I shouldn’t do that.
“But that’s different. Blind people can see in dreams doc, you know that.” The man was breathing heavily, becoming aware of the fan which had started to spin like a propeller. The pages on the clipboard were fluttering violently. The doctor had risen and walked across the room to a dark mahogany door. He was shorter than the man had expected, with an almost crumpled frame and a face that seemed too small for his shelled
I was in hospital gown for the first time, wondering why it fits so weird and doesn’t cover everything while staring eagerly at the ceiling, still picturing my mothers smile parted from me few minutes ago, I could tell she was worried but wasn’t sure why. Despite being five year old the feeling of fear and trepidation were replaced by ones of curiosity and wonderment. What was going to be done, How it will put and end to my most feared nightmare at the time? Frequent penicillin shots! I was excited and wondered if I get to see my tonsils after removal; I was told there were two of them!
"So is this happening or not?" Lyanna asks with the dramatics only a seventeen year old could muster.