A few months ago, I went to the hospital. It was fun. Here is the story:
One day, it was about 5:00. I was in the kitchen, when my belly started to hurt. I thought that taking a warm shower would make it feel better, but it got worse. So I wrapped myself in a towel and went to the living room, where Mom was talking with Granmo. I started crying and told Mom that it hurt, so she had me lay down on the sofa. I was given clothes to put on, but I ignored them. Holden was a sweetie. He handed me a toy and told me to play with it. Mom gave me a cup of water full of charcoal. I drank it and kept crying and laying on the sofa wearing nothing but a towel and complaining that it hurt. Mom told me that Dad would take me to urgent care when he got home because she thought that I might have appendicitis (not sure if I spelled that right). Dad got home. He said hi to Holden and then told me to put on clothes. I did, even though it hurt to move around. I put on my shoes and got in the car with Dad. After a long time of pain, complaints, and driving, we got to urgent care. Dad carried me inside because I did not want to walk because my stomach hurt. Dad put me down next to a bed-chair. I then puked on the chair. It was black. The people changed the sheets on the bed-chair while Dad explained the charcoal water to them. They put me on the bed and talked with Dad. I screamed my fool head off. I can't remember, but I think that was when they poked stuff into me. They pricked my finger and put a band aid on it. They also put something into my arm. They attached an IV to it and dripped water with some medicine (morphine?) into my arm. I got louder and continued to screech. The people gave me a teddy bear and lifted up the sheet with me on it. For one second I changed the screeching into a noise that meant I thought it was fun. Then they put the sheet on a stretcher and I started yelling again. They wheeled me next to an ambulance and lifted me up. It hurt. The people tried to have a conversation with me, but I was not interested. By then I was yelling "TAKE ME HOME! IT HURTS!" but nobody did that. They gave me a wet towel and let me put it over my belly. That felt good, so every few seconds I would stop crying. Then we got to Scottish Rite, a children's hospital. I was brought inside and the ambulance was driven away. I kept yelling because I no longer had the wet towel. Somebody put my IV bag on a thing, and I got a new wet towel. I also got heated blankets and a few things attached. A person put 3 "stickers" with wires on them onto me. Somebody also put a band aid with a wire on it onto my thumb. I got a thing keeping me from bending the arm with the IV on it. It was way past my bedtime. Later, someone told me and Dad that they wanted a urine sample (a cup of pee) from me. They told Dad that if I couldn't go to the bathroom and use a cup, I would get a catheter. Me and Dad both opted to have me use a cup. The pee got all over Dad's hand and he made a joke about it. I laughed, and I realized that it did not hurt. I went back to bed. I had to do a CAT scan. Someone told Dad to watch a video about medicine. Then they put the medicine into my IV. I was put on a bed thing and strapped down. There was a bunch of colored lights in the shape of stars and stuff for me to look at. It was pretty. Somebody told me about the cool machine and how I needed to hold my breath when it told me to. They turned on the machine. My bed was moved under the scan thing. "hold your breath." it said. I did. It X-rayed me and rolled my bed out of it. This repeated once, and then I got off the bed. The people put me into a fun wheelchair even though I did not need it. I needed to change the part of my IV that was in my arm. I was all doped up on morphine, so I was amused by the fact that the people made my blankets into a bloody mess while changing my IV. I required new blankets, and they warm up all blankets before the give them to me. Somebody told Dad that we could have some food, so Dad left to get some dinner. It was about 1:00 in the morning. Dad came back with a bag of chips and an oreo ice cream! I had that, and then I watched TV. There was nothing on that I wanted to watch. Dad went to bed on the sofa, and I pressed a button to make my bed lay down. It had been in a chair position. I got a large adjustable bed and Dad slept on a couch. I went to bed full of ice cream. The next day, Dad got me some fresh pancakes and a bunch of syrup. I ate it and watched TV. There was an episode of a show I like, so I watched it. I got to take a shower there too. I got free shampoo and I enjoyed it a lot. Later, me and Dad went to the playroom. There was not much to do, but I enjoyed jumping around. We also played video games and went on a playground. First, we found out that I did not need to have surgery. When Mom came to get us, we went to Sweet Tomatoes for lunch. I had a big fat pile of ice cream covered in toppings for lunch. Then we went home. Holden was very happy that I was home. He stole my teddy bear and ran around. Granmo gave me a hug and everyone talked with me. It was a lot of fun :)
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