Well my life isn't really eventful in the first place…so the memory chain was sort of hard for me. Most of my memories are from this summer since most of the time I was in pain, like the time I had to go to the hospital because of it.
Well it starts off with me in my bedroom at around 6a.m. in the morning which is very unlikely for me since I never really woke up around that time especially since it was summer vacation. That morning I was slightly irritated and in pain. The pain was like a burning sensation on my lower abdomen that wouldn’t go away. After going to the bathroom, I woke my mom up and told her about my pain. She got worried and took me to the hospital. Unfortunately taking me to the hospital involved me walking that was 10 or more blocks away. I had to stop multiple times since the pain was excruciating. It took forever, but we managed to get to the hospital (and I threw up on the outside wall of the gigantic building) and after getting examined for 2 hours, they transferred me into the emergency room. It wasn’t the adult emergency room unfortunately and I soon found myself surrounded by little kids that keep throwing up every 5 seconds (at least they ate unlike me....). It took the whole day to find out that I had appendicitis which was ridiculous since even my brother knew that I had appendicitis even before the cat scan. I don't see why I had to wait for a whole day just for me be diagnosed and most of my waiting was just me laying around the emergency room bored out of my mind. Anyway, it was 1 a.m (the next day!!) when I took the surgery.
Then again that was one of the many things that happened to me in the summer that involved some sort of pain. The worst I have to say wasn't the surgery, it was the damn bed bugs I had. I have to blame the cousin for that one. He some how attracted bed bugs into his room and unfortunately I got them too when my brother and I visited. The bed bug bite looked exactly and felt like a standard mosquito bite. So for a month, nobody suspected that they were bed bug bites until my aunt told me that bed bug bites look like a mosquito bite. Worried, my mom and brother checked my mattress to discover the devilish monsters. In the end, my mom bought the spray to kill the bed bugs and that was the end of that....except that I still suffered from scars on my arms and my legs from scratching the bites until they bled.
The killing of the bed bugs actually happened after my surgery when I got home. When I returned home I was so happy. In the hospital, I was put in the child clinic and I barely got sleep cause most of these kids were so loud even during the night. When I got home, I slept a lot, but when I was awake, I had to walk around in pain from the stitches on my side. I looked like...well I haven't showered for a while (almost a week) because I wasn't allowed to get the bandages wet. So I felt horrible in general...It really didn't help that my dad made me walk around every hour and it felt like the stitches were going to come out. After almost a week and a day, I finally took a shower and the next few days I walked back the hospital and took off the bandages. That was the happiest moment of my life, but I was still in pain ( a bit).
Well my summer sucked now that I read this over. All my friend's were gone and I had to suffer on my own. At least texting came in handy and my brother was useful in getting me things when I need help. I hope the next summer does not end up like this one. I really don't feel the need to be in pain again...