Personal Narrative: The Plague Epidemic

Life wasn't easy living as a serf in 1352, the plague epidemic was getting stronger, but we had cures and preventions-or so we thought. Every day I woke up with a heavy head and heart, knowing that my only way out was my inevitable death. I worked and lived on a small manor with my noble and some other serfs. Most of the day I would do some simple farming, but when other people died, I had more responsibility. The only good part is that I got more pay for this. We had our ways of keeping safe from the plague epidemic, but apparently, we weren't safe enough. Most people prayed, hoping God would keep them safe. Other ways that people would keep safe included eating emeralds, aromatherapy and other forms of medicine

I was working in the crops when I felt something furry scurry across my food and a sharp pain in my leg. I looked down and saw nothing, I still had lots of work to do so I carried on. My leg continued to bother me with its redness and itching.After four days of unrelenting itching and discomfort, I noticed some other things. On the fifth day, I woke up hot, and with a pounding head. I was feeling, tired, hot and cold all at the same time, it was rather peculiar. Most people would have known what this is, but I wasn't educated in this,
I talked to my noble, he was very nice and said that I should go into the sewers. I spent the rest of my day being treated by waste. I ventured to the sewer, with an aching head, boils, and black hands, it was getting quite bad. I was greedy for other treatments and any way to fix this. I asked others in the same boat as me, they said that they would bathe in urine, eat emeralds, use aromatherapy, and other forms of treatment that I couldn't afford. Because I couldn't afford anything except the waste treatments, I would spend my nights sleeping in the sewers and work in the