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I know youre always thinking on the good side, and youre thinking everyone good should be treated well, and everyone bad, like criminals, shouldn’t be here. But, sometimes, good people have bad things done to them, for unknown reasons. Rarely, no one is doing it to them, most of the time it’s a bad thing. My story is different, extremely different. It’s not something normal, it’s something unknown..
I’m a really good person. I have great grades, I try to stop fights with no violence, but merely talking it out, I have nice friends, and I’ve only visited to principal’s office to pick something up. But, I’ve had something horrible done to me. You know how you get a cold? Yeah, I had gotten sick, not with a cold, but an unknown illness that caused me to actually go to the hospital, and it seemed like I had to get brain surgery. Nothing compared to cold, right there.
You’re probably thinking, “Brain Surgery? What happened!?” Well, you see, it all started out on a hot school-day. I noticed my eyes moving back and forth, in an unseen speed, on the way to lunch. Of course, I’d freak out, but this was school! I just closed my eyes for a bit, and opened them after, and it seemed like nothing had even happen. I thought it was just my imagination. But, it did get worse. Weeks later, it happened again. I was at a hotel’s pool, and it was happened when I and my mother were walking back to the room. My eyes flickered back and forth, and I was staring directly at her. Her face changed from once enjoyment to a reaction of worry and anger. She told me, “Stop that, you’re going to hurt yourself.” I asked her, “Stop what?” She steadied her eyes, “That eye thing, don’t play dumb.” I sighed, “Oh, I’m not doing that on purpose.” The conversation just stopped there. We went inside, and I think we both just ignored it, I think..
This so-called ‘eye trick’ wasn’t going to stop any time soon. I had finally thought it had took it’s toll and found it’s way out of my system.. But, I was so wrong.. This nightmare had only begun. Later that school-year, Spring Break to be exact, my eyes flickered back and forth in front of my mother again, even longer this time, and I couldn’t even stop it when I closed my eyes! I was terrified, and my mother told me she was taking me to the hospital. I really didn’t want her to do that, because I was worried about how much by money she had, and I really didn’t want to be a burden, but I didn’t really have a choice.
Much later, on a rainy ride that seemed to be forever, we finally reached Camden Medical Center. My mother took me inside, holding my hand in a firm and tight grip and told them what was happening. She signed in, and we waited patiently in the room, sitting down. A small wait later, they got a wheel-chair and took me inside the emergency room. My mind was numb, and I couldn’t really think straight, so many things we’re going on at one time. All I remember was having an IV in one of my arms, and I waited for something in a hospital bed, with a clean, heated blanket on me.
Again, I still couldn’t figure out what was going on, but they put me into a gurney and put me inside of the ambulance and told me everything was going to be okay. I just lied down, and closed my eyes. I knew the other doctors in the ambulance were saying things, but I couldn’t hear them that well.. The ride seemed long, but short at the same time. I could still feel my mother holding my hand as we reached the next hospital.
I only remember opening my eyes, inside of a room, laying on a hospital bed. I could tell my parents were worried for me. I didn’t know why, though. A doctor came inside and told me I needed brain surgery. I was terrified inside, and I wanted to cry and scream, but I just agreed and nodded when he told me I needed to do some tests. There was many tests during that while in the hospital. Blood tests, scanning tests, x-rays, a spinal tap, and other tests I don’t remember.. My family came in a lot, when a test was done and I could go back to my room. I really just wanted to go home.. I was so tired of the hospital, but I couldn’t leave.. I didn’t feel tortured, I just felt trapped. I wanted to leave so bad, but I couldn’t… I felt like I was a caged animal for some wacky scientist to test on. For two weeks that seemed like the days would not end, I was told that white blood cells were attacking my cerebellum that caused my eyes to move back and forth, so they told me I just needed some steroids and I think a few more tests before I could go home. I was so happy, I could finally leave. For two days, the nurses gave me steroids and I felt a burning in my wrists, but I just didn’t care for it. I was going to go home.. I could finally go back to school..
After those days, I was finally allowed to go home. I was taken out of the hospital in a wheel-chair, and I crawled into the back of my father’s car. It took a couple of hours before we were home, but when we were, I smiled with glee and tried to run inside, but I could only stride.
Days seemed normal, and after the weekend, I was informed that I could return to school! This normal thing continued until I had been able to go into the sixth grade, and I was told near the middle of the school year I needed a shot, and I didn’t get it. So, I spoke of the truth and told them I didn’t know, and I got a slip and took it to my mother.. But, apparently, I can’t get this shot because of the incident at the hospital. So, I have to wait and continue my school year until two school years have passed. Now, because of that terrible misfortune of trouble in the hospital, I have to been home schooled.. Great, just peachy, I thought my year of bad luck was over. It just goes to show, life isn’t fair at times, even if you’ve never done anything wrong.
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