Personal Narrative: A Day At Washington Regional Hospital

It was February 4,2013 9:00 a.m., a warm sunny day, when I decided to go to Washington Regional Hospital in Fayetteville Arkansas, after weeks of running fever non-stop, having killing sharp pains in my sides, getting sick constantly, and not being able to eat or drink anything. I was in so much pain I didn’t even bother changing out of my Elmo pajama pants and grey shirt. My mom and I arrived just a little before 10, sitting in the waiting room was extremely painful, because I couldn’t lay down, just lying down was painful enough. Watching the people go in and out I sat there falling asleep. 11:15 came around when I heard the doctor in a blue outfit call me name taking me back to the room. I lied in the bed talking to the doctor, having blood drawn, and going over the results he had said to my mom, “There is nothing showing up.
Give her Tylenol when she gets home.
The only other thing we can do is a MRI.” About twenty minutes after the MRI the doctor came in and said, “We have to do an emergency surgery her appendix erupted,” The doctor said,” You guys are lucky you came in today, because if you wouldn’t have she wouldn’t have made it till tomorrow she already went septic.” Setting up for surgery my Aunt Debbie had come in and talked to me some while they checked my vitals. Everything was good until my fever had shot up to 108.5 degrees Fahrenheit. Waking up around 6 P.M. I saw my mom and the doctor came in talking to me. I was in and out of sleep for the rest of the night. The next morning my sister came and stayed with me and my
mom. My doctor came in that morning and talked to me about my surgery he said, “Your appendix was healthy, but we took them out to prevent future problems.” Then continued to say, “Your left ovary had conflicts and set up an infection causing your fallopian tubes to go bad, and set up ten abscessed and you had a piece of extra skin tissue that I removed.” Then said,” Your right ovary wasn’t completely damaged so we are going to try to save it, but there may be a chance it won’t survive.” After discussing the information on having kids in the future he left. My cousin and my grandma came up that Wednesday, my mom’s friend came that night and took my sister to the store so they could get some food, and some people from my church came up that next week and we all prayed for a quick recovery. I stayed for about two weeks. During the first week I was the did blood work and cultures to figure out why the infection had set up, they found it was a pelvic inflammatory disease that set up from be abused a couple years before. Listening to machines beep every night. I was still getting sick from going septic and had to have an open wound for about three months, but ended up being about 7, because they had to reopen it and I was healing properly. A couple of months after I had surgery I had to be on an air-vac to suck the poison in my body out, and had to a home health nurse come once or twice a week a change my bandage it was extremely painful the first time, but I didn’t take my pain medication. My wound had to holes each three inches deep, and had a sponge to the flesh that had to be pulled out, after about three times I was able to pull it off myself. After a couple of weeks, I had boils come up on my legs, one had to be lanced, and I had a staph infection set up on my wound. The nurse told me, “You are a strong person and have a high pain tendency. You have been through a lot for a fourteen-year-old.”