he was back on his feet and ready for work again. He just couldn't lift heavy things over his limit.
he was back on his feet and ready for work again. He just couldn't lift heavy things over his limit.
Write a 350- to 700-word summary describing the path food follows through the digestive system. Address the following questions in your summary:…
It cuts diagonally from the nape of the neck, across the spine and over to the inner edge of the left shoulder blade. It is interrupted by a section of unharmed skin, pocketing up over the scar, as if it is a bridge. We, the viewer, can infer that this is from the object that caused the wound entering under the skin briefly and then protruding out again. The skin stretches from the regular, unaffected area to the middle, deepest area where it meets to form a ridge. This ridge, the midpoint of the scar, a thin straight line, creates a midpoint in the greater image that the viewers eye keeps returning to. The way the skin is pulled and distorted is beautiful, it evokes the feeling of movement in something that is still and unchanging. The complex visual impression reminds me of a natural land formation, something rooted in nature. However, when you recall that this is a scar permanently on a person’s body, an unusual formation made of skin, the scar becomes grotesque again. This tightrope between beauty and disgust is mirrored in the context under which this scar exists. It is beautiful in that it is a symbol of survival and resilience from a bad experience for the owner of the scar. It is also grotesque, when the infinite possibilities of how it was acquired are pondered, because Miyako provides such a vague description in the works…
In December 2011, Christmas came a day early. My beautiful son, Tyson, was born. Not only was this little guy handsome, he had been touched by an angel leaving a special mark. Totally speechless by looking at the size of this unusual mark, it was located on his right leg. Starting from the knee down to the bottom of his foot shows a picture perfect visual of a little black boot.…
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It was the middle of an away sophomore baseball game against DeWitt. My brother, Keegan, was up to bat. The pitch came, he swung and down he went. The baseball came off his bat and drilled him in the left eye. There was only one parent there, one of Keegan’s teammate’s dad. He drove Keegan to the hospital and called my parents. At the time, I was at a softball game working the scoreboard for the varsity West Delaware Hawks team. My mom called to tell me my grandma would pick me up when I was done and that her and my dad were on their way to the Iowa City hospital. My dad was at work at the time and met my mom there. They would explain more later. After they got down there and I got home with my sisters, I called my mom. She gave me an explanation…
When I was in middle school I underwent surgery for a "suspicious tumor" that had developed on my arm. Although day surgery provided me an opportunity to miss school for the day and a few days of sympathy from my family it wasn't until my follow up visit with the surgeon that I realized the seriousness of the situation. When Dr. Coletta asked me if I had any concerns now that he had removed the "mass" I expressed my disappointment with the scar he'd left. Politely he answered that I at least had an arm to…
So they wrapped my arm then put it in a sling. So we left. When we left my dad took me to get a milkshake from McDonalds. It really help me forget that I had gotten really hurt. Then I went home to talk to my grandma and mom. They all talked about my arm all day. It was the worst conversation of my life hearing about how I might not ever be able to play football…
During one game of basketball I was making a lot shots. When I was running super fast and one of the players on the green team tripped me and then I slid on my back and on the back of our jerseys the numbers are like the grippy kind so then I go the biggest skin mark on my back and my spine was bleeding but i didn't know it until I got home. But during that whole game my back was hurting so I timed out. I Told coach to check my back because it was hurting the whole game.…
After that, they stitched up my leg. They thought about stitching my hand, but they decided not to. While they stitched up my leg I watched and asked questions. At first, the doctor did not want to tell me anything because he did not want to scare me, but my dad told him it was alright. Even my dad was too scared to watch what they were doing to me, but I watched the whole thing. I had a total of 11 stitches; seven stitches were internal and five were external.…
The night grew dark, cold, and lonesome. I took a hot shower and prayed for my health. Midafternoon the next day, I heard a bold knock on my door. “Come in,” I uttered exuberantly. A tall, husky man wearing a white lab coat entered my room, followed by a gust of cold air. My eyes instantly spotted “Surgeon” on his name tag. I uneasily anticipated the doctors’ decision that I was going to need to have surgery.…
I’ve always felt a little voice inside my head telling me that I’m special and that there is a worthy plan for my life. I was not about to let this surgery suppress that voice. I went back to my daily routine, even though it was difficult. Studying was a struggle because it was a challenge to find a comfortable position which didn’t cause pain. There were times when I didn’t feel like studying, but I was determined to keep…
I was soon released from the hospital, and allowed to go home. It is impossible to forget the lousy car ride home. It hurt to sit up straight, so I laid down in the backseat of my mom’s Ford Explorer, and proceeded to watch a movie. By the time I got home, my back was killing me. I was forced to stay on our couch for the next few days, and needed help walking and showering, since I was not allowed to do anything to harm the stitches placed in both of the open wounds.…
"When they took me into the O.R., I took a deep breath and went to sleep. When I woke up, I was in the recovery. I just felt so empty inside - one minute I had a life living inside me and 20 minutes later there's nothing. I just started crying hysterically. The nurse came up to me and said "Why are you crying? You got what you wanted, now be quiet; you're going to worry the other girls." I got myself under control and walked out into the waiting room. As soon as I got out of there I just started screaming and crying, "What did I do?" I had to be carried into the car. I cried all the way home - in my life I have never felt so much pain like that day. It's been 4 months now, and it still hurts like it was yesterday," said eighteen year old Shantel Garcia, months after a surgical procedure that changed her life.…
We stepped out into the night and drove to the hospital. Once we got there, the nurse asked me a bunch of questions. From 1-10, 10 being the worst, how much does it hurt? How did this happen? Oh yeah, I thought. I never really thought out how this all happened. So I guess it went like this: I sat on the couch, about to watch a movie. When I sat down, I sat on a broken piece of plastic. Then, my elbow started bleeding really bad, but the pain was worse Finally, I ended up at the hospital. After all of the questions, the nurse took me into a small room with my brothers and my dad. The room had a chair, a sink, and worst of all, a tray full of needles. I hated needles. I’ve already experienced what felt like a knife in my elbow, I can’t handle a needle now, I thought. When the doctor came in, she told me I needed 5 stitches. Great, now I need stitches! This day couldn’t get any worse, I thought. First, she stuck about 12 needles in my elbow to numb it. With every single shot, I squeezed my eyes shut, gripped my dad’s hand, and inhaled sharply. Then, she took a black, plastic thread, and began sewing my elbow together. I still remember my pink and white striped shirt, and my brand new blue shorts that were covered with tiny drips of blood. I looked away the whole time the doctor was stitching up my elbow, but by the look on my dad’s face, it definitely wasn’t pretty. All I felt was the tugging on my arm. After what felt like an eternity, she finally made a few knots at the end of the stitch. My brother took a picture and showed me. Eww, it looks like spiders, I…
After many doctor visits for what was thought to be a sinus infection, I can remember the look on my dad’s face when we were scheduled to have an ultrasound performed. We would later discover we were about to start yet another adventure. Soon, we would learn this one would be the worse yet. As the weeks passed, we received the news that this devastating form of cancer had returned. I had never dreamed that I would have to experience my own dad going through all this pain and suffering. It was something I had to quickly prepare for.…