The fourth day I was in the hospital was not as bad as the third. I was moved to a different room the third night. I was there, and my mom was not comfortable with me having a male nurse and me being all by myself in the room that I was in. The last day that I was there, it took a long time for the nurses to get my discharge papers. I was …show more content…
The second time I had to be hospitalized again, but it was caught early so I was only in the hospital for 2 days. The next time, I was able to get it under control so I didn't have to go to the hospital. My mom would say to my doctor that I got the sickness because I was stressed out all the time. He knew that wasn’t why, and my mom knew the real reason too.
Twelve years old is where it gets kind of crazy with things that happened in my life. This is the year that most of the things with my dad started happening and when another event that I can’t wait to talk about happened. Also, both of my aunts started to try being involved in my life more during this year.
I am going to start talking about the situation with my dad for this year of my life. To start off, this was the year that my dad had moved to San Leandro for a few months to live at a hospital where people could take care of him while my mom tried to find him a place to live. The other reason that he was staying there was because my mom needed to train people that were willing to be caregivers for my dad. My mom would drive down there every weekend and sometimes on the weekdays with one or two of the people that were being trained. During the time that she was there, she would have the caregivers do what the nurses usually do so they would get familiar with what they had to do. I would sometimes come on the weekend because there was no one to watch me at home. When I would come down there, of course I thought it was boring during the car rides and when the people were learning what to