My trips to the Emergency Room.

Throughout my life, I have had so many different experiences and journeys with people I will never forget. Some of these experiences have lead to not so good endings, but all in all they have made my life what it is and has made me a stronger person.

One of the first experiences that sticks out the most is when I had my appendix taken out the summer of the year 2007. My sister Leah had her appendix taken out when she was a younger girl and I remember telling my mom that I never wanted to have my appendix taken out because it scared me so much. Well, unfortunately my appendix did not agree with me and wanted to come out. It was two days after the fourth of July, and I was spending the night at my cousin Shelly and Chad’s house in Mayville because I was going to babysit the kids the next day. I woke up during the night with bad stomach aches and puked about five times. In the morning Shelly had told me to go home and get better. Throughout the day, the pain got worse and I was getting worried. My mom eventually took me into the emergency room to find out what was wrong with me. We had to wait quite a long time before any tests were done. They finally got me in to take a CT test and told me that my appendix was due to come out. I was very scared because I had never gone through something like that before. The surgery went well and they got it out just in time before it was going to explode. I went home the next day and got a lot of cards and gifts from family and friends. This was a scary but interesting experience I went through, and I will never forget it.

I have always been known to not be the most gracious person in the world. I tend to trip over smooth concrete when just simply walking. When I was in kindergarten, my cousin Amy and I went sledding at her house on a warm winter day. We were so excited to go sledding we went in just our normal school clothes. To make a long story short, Amy had told me to watch out for a stump that her dad had just recently cut down. After the first couple times we went down, everything was going smooth and we were having a lot of fun. Until one time I went down, I steered a little too much and was headed straight for the stump. I tried to stick my leg out to miss it but ran right into it. It hurt a little bit but I did not think anything of it and just kept on sledding. When my mom came to pick me up, I went into the bathroom and found a big hole in the back of my leg. I panicked and went to go show my mom. She at the time thought I had just put a hole in my pants and told me we would fix it up at home. I then pulled up my pant leg and showed them. My mom and my aunt Becky just about fainted, and Amy said it looked like fish eggs. My mom took me into the emergency room and I had to get stitches. I still have the scar on my leg to remind me just how bad of a sledder I am.

I have also broken my left wrist. I did this when I was in fifth grade at Bethany. We were at play practice after school one day and a bunch of my friends and I were sitting on the ledges above our hooks for our backpacks and coats. When I attempted to get down, my foot slipped and I headed straight for the ground. I put my hand down to catch my fall, which lead to a broken wrist. My wrist was deformed over to the right and I could not move it. My mom came to pick me up and took me into the emergency room and I had to have surgery to get it put back in place. I had a pink cast all the way up to my arm pit for six weeks. It was so difficult to do anything when I could not move my arm. I was lucky to have it be my left arm because I am right-handed.

As you can see I have been to the emergency room a few times. But that is all a part of the journey of life. It is what makes your life interesting and keeps you going. My family likes to look back on some of the clumsy things I have done and we all just laugh about them, like the time I stepped on a rake and got a huge black eye. That really hurt, but was also hilarious because you usually only see that happen on cartoons.