Personal Narrative-Suffering

I woke up screaming. There was a terrible, stabbing pain in my stomach. The doctors and nurses rushed into my room immediately. My parents were standing by my hospital bed wide-eyed with a strong look of concern on their faces. Everyone tried to calm me down but the screams were uncontrollable. I screamed for 30 minutes until the doctors put pain medication into my IV bag and I drifted slowly back to sleep.
In the sixth grade, I was at a volleyball tournament and we went out to eat at Subway in a rough area of Springfield. A few days after the tournament, I woke up with a high fever and an upset stomach. I began to miss days at a time of school and my symptoms continued to get worse. Consequently, my parents decided it was time to go to the doctor. I went into the pediatrician’s and she told me that I had E. coli, a bacterial infection, in my stomach. She suggested that I be admitted into Bromenn Hospital here in Bloomington.
I spent three long and boring days in Bromenn,

I woke up one morning with a horrible pain in my stomach. The doctors came in and told me that I had pancreatitis. One of the nurses cheerfully said, “Hey, you just experience the pain of child birth!” I didn’t feel quite as cheery as the nurse was. The doctors informed me that if my conditions did not get better within the next 12 hours, that I would be placed on dialysis. Dialysis would carry out all the functions that my kidneys do but what mine were currently unable to do. If placed on dialysis, I would be out of school and volleyball for months as I would have to be attached to a machine for that period of time as my kidneys fought to recover. I was in disbelief. I was not going to be bed-ridden for that long so I decided to go to the bathroom every hour to try and get the toxins out of my body and help my kidneys out. I did this all night. The next morning, my doctors came in and checked my condition. They informed me that I had missed dialysis within