A change of position, followed by an intense pain. “Oh God help me!” I gasp over and over. Legs trembling. Nausea. The pain is more severe than anything I’ve ever felt before. Something has to be wrong.
I feel like I’m going to pass out as I get in the car. “Oh God, what’s wrong with me?” The ride is bumpy. My mom’s voice soothes words of encouragement, “It’s going to be okay.”
I get a hospital bed. My parents just have chairs. We’re all tired. So tired. Everyone is asking the same questions. “Where does it hurt? When did it start? What is your name and birthdate?” Continue reading