She reached forward and grabbed my wrists. I cupped my hands together, and Abby poured what was left of the bottle into them. The liquid was room temperature, and felt lighter than water. I tried to swirl it in my hands but it reacted strangely. It was more viscus than expected and had a half second delayed response to each jerking hand motion. When she lit the fire it felt cold at first, the way snow scalds your exposed skin. The fire was eating the surrounding oxygen, forcing cooled air onto my hands. I felt powerful holding my little blue flame. As the Acetone started to burn down and evaporate, the heat was growing more intensely. That’s when the pain started. I could feel the pool of fire starting to melt the non-wet skin along the sides …show more content…
After the second minute, I was unconscious. … I spent the summer in recovery. A handful of surgeries, different doctors, different hospitals, all the same prognosis. While retinal transplants were available, the eyes themselves were beyond repair. They took skin grafts from my legs and applied them to my chest, neck, and face, piecing me back together. I asked my nurse if my hair would grow back, or if I needed to get a Tina Turner wig. She didn’t answer, but I could hear my mom quietly start to weep. Earlier that year when my grandma called on my birthday, she asked me, what do you want to be when you grow up? I had said I wanted to fight fires. This was because my neighbor had a Dalmatian, and I thought their daughter was cute. It made sense that as a fireman I would simultaneously impress her and her dog with my heroic deeds. She came to pay her respects, and I reminded her of the conversation. She didn’t laugh. Wayne, the tutor for the blind the hospital assigned me, came by daily. We’d walk the halls and I’d trip over my feet or the cane. It took a while to get use to the scratching the ball at the end of the cane made as I pendulum-ed it back and forth in front of me. He’d work
For twelve years I’ve tried to hide my pain and fear from you. I’ve been trying to ignore the horror stories, unknowingly blinding myself from the stories of hope. I’m not as bitter as this story may lead you to think. In fact, I am an adamant believer in the statement (overheard three years ago in the Coffee House): “God has never taken anything away from me that he hasn’t replaced with something better.”
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Mr. MacPherson presented to the emergency department with bilateral burns to his arms, hands, as well as his face following a kitchen grease fire. The patient complained of severe pain in the affected areas. Upon examination, his burns were blistered and edematous. In addition, erythema and fluid loss were present.
In the story My Left Foot, Christy Brown was diagnosed at the age of three with cerebral palsy. Many people began to give up on him, but his mother did not. She told everyone that they were all wrong and that he was a normal child. She worked with Christy every chance she could get and tried to teach him how to write and read. One day his mother’s perseverance finally paid off. Christy was playing with his sister and saw her playing with the chalkboard. He wanted to play with it also so he picked up the piece of chalk with his foot and tried to write on the board. He could not get it at first but on th...
After I had carried out my checks, I met David as he was just being dropped off at the front doors of the centre. Before David got out of the taxi, I asked to him to unfold his cane so I could examine its stability; which was sturdy and reliable. I then helped him get out of the car and offered him a choice of mobility assistance. I could either arm-guided him, or adopted a technique I use with other visually-impaired service users which involves me clapping and them walking with their cane towards the noise. Due to David’s previously documented ...
“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)
My father made a successful recovery and I became inspired. I realized that having the gift of sight is something people take for granted. Therefore, when I embarked on my undergraduate journey, I partook in several activities to help foster my thirst for knowledge about optometry. For instance, I became the treasurer of the pre-optometry club at the University of Florida. As an executive board member, I opened doors for others to find their passion for optometry through managing our budget and finances to sponsor trips and activities. Meanwhile, I also worked as a secretary and shadowed at the Eye Associates of Orlando, where I gained practical knowledge. I also volunteered for the KidSight Vision Screening Program where I entered data of visio...
Pain, indescribable pain, that’s what he felt. After Elie accidentally stumbled across his Kapo, Idek, doing something he wasn’t supposed to, Elie was sentenced to be whipped twenty-five times. As he lay across the crate all he felt were the lashes of the whip. “I had not realized it, but I had fainted” (58) he said. There are many ways in which one can faint, but to faint through pain, must mean the pain was too great for one’s conscience mind to even fathom. During the Winter, with snow on the ground, Elie and his father made the life or death decision to leave the camp. As he walked from the infirmary to his block he reopened his healing wound. He then was advised to get some rest but could not sleep because of the injury. “My foot was on fire” (83) he stated. The previous statement made by Elie is a figure of speech. By this statement he means that his foot hurt so bad that it felt like it was burning. It’s easy to imagine the burning one feels when reopening a healing wound, no matter the size. These few examples of pain he experienced were nothing compared to the suffering soon to follow.
Suddenly, Sara's light step halted and she turned to face me. From her hazel eyes blazed an intensity of exhilaration and courage, which mingled with pride and concern as she surveyed my resolute expression. I watched longingly as Sara unfastened the Nalgene bottle from her side; one sip of water sloshed tantalizingly at the bottom of the bottle, heightening my senses into acute desire. Sweat poured down from my face, biting at my eyes, and after I dabbed at them with my shirt, I saw Sara was presenting the water bottle to me. Both anticipating and squelching my refusing, Sara said simply, "Drink, Stacy. Yo...
Having someone in your life that you consider special is a wondering feeling. And when this person has played so many different roles throughout my life it’s a magnificent feeling for her to feel so accomplished and so admired. When I think back to everything I’ve done I can’t look over the fact that the reason I did it is because she made me the fantastic person I am. I’m glad she passed all the things on to me and I hope I can do the same to next generations. The traditions that we have created are known throughout my entire family and I’m glad that we were both a part of them. She is an extraordinary person and I look forward to all the great memories I still have left with her to create. My Grandma is with out a doubt the most influential person in my life and I’m so grateful for her presence.
I stared in horror at the fearsome needle taunting me to challenge its glinting tip. I closed my eyes, prayed with every cell in my body for the pain to be minimal, and grimaced as she expertly twirled the needle between her fingers and then slid it through my flesh in one fluid motion.
I knew I wanted to be a firefighter, just like him. I watched television about firefighters, read books and anything else I could learn about firefighting. My mom let me go with my great uncle on a tour at the firefighter museum. I got to see all sorts of different fire engines and gear. There were so many heroes on the walls that I couldn’t read about all of them. It was a moment with my great uncle that I will never forget. I thought it was amazing and it just fueled the fire that was in me to pursue my passion.
OUCH! My leg crippled with pain. I tried to shuffle my way to the window, but it was excruciating. As my senses kicked back in, I felt pains shooting up and down my body. Peering down at my hands I screamed. My hands were covered in cold, congealed blood.
Oh my God! TJ!“ It was just my mom.She was crying and calling my name again and again.I was so embarrassed and disappointed of my self.I had let her down. After, two of the EMT guys put us on an ambulance. Finally,we made our way to the hospital. My friend john and me were sent in palo alto medical center. It took us about fifteen minute to get there. My friend john was alright. He had a couple of stitches in his head and his arm. He got relieved after a couple of tests but, I was severely injured. I was lying on a hospital bed and thinking what I would have done in the past. Cause this terrible accident happened to me. I was sent to el camino hospital, where I went to the operation theater for my hipbones surgery.The doctor told me after surgery that my hipbones was fractured the reason they had to put a plate in hipbones to stay together.Although, my left arm was also fractured the reason I could not feel my arm. After surgery, they took me to the other room and gave me a couple of injections. Momentarily, I went to sleep. I woke up in the next day and thinking hopefully it was just a dream,but it’s not. I opened my eyes and saw a couple of relative looking me like a stranger. My dad came over my bed and gave me a hug and I literally started crying after thinking about the accident. I could not believe after a massive car accident I was still alive. Doctors kept in hospital couple of
It was just an ordinary day. The sun had just set and we were all sitting around the table eating dinner. My mother and father always asked us about our future and what we were hoping to accomplish. My brother and sister always explained how they wanted to go into the air force and be doctor. Of course I would just sit there and think about how I didn’t know what I wanted to be. But this particular night I had an idea of what I wanted to do! So before my mom and dad could get out of their mouth the question, I said “I know what I want to be!”. They all stared and asked what that might be and I replied, “A famous artist!” I said, “I want my paintings and sketchings to be shown worldwide!”. They told me that, that was all good and well but that there was a lot of steps to achieve this goal and that it wasn’t very realistic. But what they didn’t know was that very line pushed me to prove them wrong.