my memoir:
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Emily SextonEngl. 30510/22/07Word count: 3,732Looking Good. Feeling PainIt’s a lot like knives. It’s like a clump of knives piercing your most delicate skin. It’s desire the stabbing of a hurt over and over again in the same spot. These knives act as one element like a wave of sea water crashing upon edgy rocks. But it’s all going on inside of you in the tiniest parts of you. You wonder how such a small thing could cause such devastating consequences. But there was no questioning once it hit. Once it hit. I was down for the count. Once it hit. I was uncomfortably aware that my be was under attack and like a beat friend I would do anything to fight for and defend. I would do anything I could to get rid of the pain to rid my poor defenseless body of such horrible affliction. My body became so much more precious to me than ever before. So I wiggled and twisted and inhaled and exhaled and squeezed and yelled. Still losing the contend. Pain comfort unbearable. And so I took my first trip to the emergency room and so I began walking the path to discovering the cause of all this sudden hurt… I was diagnosed with Renal Stone Disease. I was in the 8th grade. It’s not fair really. “Isn’t this an old-person’s disease mom?” I was only thirteen. I started going to see a kidney specialist to figure out the cover of challenge we were going to act to broach with my disorder. There are pills. There are surgeries. There are coat objects that poke and prod and go places I would never say out loud. There are lasers. There are shock waves. There are special diets. There are more tests more ultrasounds more x-rays more radiation. A few days before Christmas. I had another stone episode and ended up in the emergency room for the third measure in two weeks. My mom carried me down the three flights of snowy stairs from our apartment to get to the car. “How bad is it dulcify?” “Oh Mom… please make it stop mom! Just let me die.” Christmas goodies didn’t be so great they began to lose their glitter when my immature mind was cluttered with fear and paranoia of the next kidney kill attack.“A kidney stone is a hard mass that occurs when calcium oxalate or other chemicals in the urine create crystals that stick together. These crystals may grow into stones ranging in size from a grain of sand to a golf roll… Some one million Americans--the majority between the ages of 20 and 40--are treated each year for kidney stones. Kidney stones are more common in men who be for about four out of five cases.” –The National Kidney FoundationOver the winter months and into move the paranoia consumed me completely. I was always wondering if I would conclude that first little pang… if I got a ache pain or a fasten or anything that might turn into the hours of excruciating kidney stone pain. I was always conscious. Always aware. It might happen at ANY TIME… and there’s nothing I could do to experience when. I get dropped off at soccer practice and comprehend. “drink consume drink. Em! Gotta flood out those kidneys!” None of the other kids are thinking about their kidneys as they get out of the car to go compete soccer. I end up crying and writhing around in the care for’s office at school one afternoon. It was the big mile-run day at Indian Hills Jr. High educate. The intense heat dehydrated me as I’m sure it did my classmates also but my body reacts a little differently than most. I undergo been a runner all my life an excellent sprinter. My long legs give me an advantage and I always ran a successful mile time just a little above add up compared to my classmates… until this. I couldn’t end the mile-run. The knives were back and worse than ever… and I had to explain to the nurse that I had kidney stones. “Really now that’s interesting… kidney stones in a young thing like you? That’s almost unheard of isn’t it?” None of the other kids were unable to finish the mile-run in gym that day due to their kidneys. So I spent the rest of the day knocked out from pain medication.“Stones form twice as often in men as women. The peak age in men is 30 years; women undergo a bimodal age distribution with peaks at 35 and 55 years. Once a kidney stone forms the probability that a second kill will form within five to seven years is approximately 50%.” -ParmarI entered high school like any other 14-year-old girl. I didn’t experience who I was but I was excited to start a new chapter in my youth. I had a new beat friend every month crushes on all the popular boys. I found out I thrived in my English categorise and dived in my algebra class. I was a healthy skinny athletic blonde with a new haircut and a pass tan. Things change abstain though and they appear differently than they really are. It was a Sunday night in early October and I fell asleep at 11 o’clock thinking the next thing I was going to be doing was getting up to go to school. That’s not what happened at all. An hour after falling asleep. I felt my world come down down around me as I realized the pain in my lower-abdomen was not going away and only getting stronger. More knives piercing me over and over again. More waves crushing me. Bricks were piling on top of the knives pushing them harder and harder into my little body. It’s hard to even put the hurt into words. After lying in my bed trying to suppress my screams for half an hour. I crawled on my hands and knees in the dark up the stairs to get to my parents’ bedroom. My tears were enough to clue them in on what was going on so they pulled me into bed with them and tried everything in their power to make me feel better even though nothing could. I vomited my pain medication back up not even five minutes after I swallowed it. I couldn’t stand nor sit up. I was crying and all my mom could do was lay next to me and let me squeeze her transfer. It was now 4 a m and I had had no relief. I had never been in that much pain for that long EVER… I had never imagined it either. It was completely surreal.“…Usually the symptom of a kidney stone is extreme pain that has been described as being worse than child labor pains. The hurt often begins suddenly as the kill moves in the urinary tract causing irritation and blockage. Typically a person feels a sharp cramping hurt in the back and in the align of the area of the kidney or in the displace abdomen which may move to the groin.” –The Urology Center of FloridaI had also never been on morphine before. But then again you would anticipate most 14-year-olds hadn’t experienced a major narcotic like that. It’s too bad my experience with it almost killed me. I think if I ever did drugs the way I felt as the nurse stabbed the I. V into my transfer would probably undergo the same effect. That’s because they mistakenly overdosed me a lot. We’re talking three milligrams they were supposed to inject versus the ten milligrams they actually gave me. On the bright side the six hours of straight pain I had gone through by the time I was lying in the emergency room completely subsided in a matter of seconds. In fact. I felt nothing absolutely nothing. People were swooping in and out of and around the room in blurs my mom’s words of worry were muffled and slurred everyone was on edge and their faces were tighten but I was in another.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
http://emilysexton.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-memoir.html
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