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Ms. Bristow
29 August 2022
Childhood Narrative
When I first heard the topic Childhood Narrative not gonna lie I was a bit scared. Sometimes I
like to joke that I have short term memory loss but, to some extent that is actually true, and my family
wouldn’t even correct me if they heard me say this. I mean, I couldn’t even remember what I ate for
breakfast this morning. I may have tons of happy memories from when I was a child but I couldn’t tell
you in vivid detail, what it would be like. The one thing that I do unfortunately remember, were the 3
I don’t remember exactly what day, my first day of hell started, was I know it wasn’t a school
day. I was about 9 years old, it was hot and I was on my way to a Girl Scouts meeting. It was a long
meeting and we were talking about what we could do to stay green. I was honestly feeling good through
out the day and was not expecting the sudden cold flash that hit me later that day. Seeing as I was living
on an island, the temperature never went anything below 80, even at night the lowest is honestly 75
degrees.
But the cold that hit me that day was one of the worst. My mom was in the grocery store and I
was playing in the car and when she came back I immediately told her how I was feeling. She checked
my forehead and felt that I was getting a little hot so she took me home to give me some medicine and
put me to sleep.
On the way home I was feeling worse, but I pushed forward and when we arrived home, I was
honestly felt better. I hopped in the shower and that was when I realized it was the calm before the
storm, the cold hit me full force. I was literally shivering, in the shower. My mother came in and saw me
shivering and just thought I forgot to turn on the hot water, but soon realized that wasn’t the case.
Even when the water was turned off, I was still shivering and my mother was getting worried.
She gave me some kind of medicine and put me to sleep. But even when I woke up I was still shivering,
in fact my temperature actually went up during the night. So that morning she took me to the clinic and
the doctors told her it was an allergic reaction to the type of air conditioning that was used. He gave me
a diagnosis on paper and told us we could get the medicine later.this was the start of day two.
My mom was so relieved and immediately gave me the medicine. We came home and she
carried me to bed saying everything was going to okay. Unfortunately for her that saying was false.
Apparently, the medicine the doctor gave me was making my fever worse. I had woken up to my mother
crying while on the phone, she told me that she had been trying to wake me up, but I wasn’t getting up
In response my dad came over wrapped me in a blanket and took me to a different clinic. He
really couldn’t believe that this was just an allergic reaction to the air conditioning. This doctor told us
that it was still an allergic reaction but to peanuts instead of the air conditioning. My dad was honestly
worried, and continuously asked the doctor if he was sure of this diagnosis because he other doctor said
something different.
I then spent that day laying in bed watching SpongeBob, high off meds. Crying cause my
stomach hurt. Crying cause my body was cold but was hot to the the touch. Crying cause my mother was
crying. Crying, just because I could. But guess what, I still didn’t get better. My mom was honestly
getting frustrated, and was ready to cuss someone out. On day 3, I still wasn’t better so my mom took
me and my dad to the ER and started screaming. My dad had to hold her back until we I got checked in
and saw a doctor. This doctor told me that I actually had the flu but because of all these medicine these
other doctors where giving me, it was messing with my body, so I got a shot in my butt and went home. I
don’t remember much after that seeing as I knocked out but I do know I was out of pain.
On the fourth day, I was honestly feeling better. I still slept but not as much as I did on the third
day. I ate actual food that wasn’t soup and felt ready to liberate the world. On the fifth day, my parents
deemed me healthy and I finally came out the house. I went to my Girl Scouts meeting, I did not sit
under the air conditioning, nor did I eat there peanut flavored snacks. I did not want to risk getting sick
yet again. So yeah, this is where I got my fear of doctors from. Understandable right? But it’s gotten so
bad to the point where I haven’t been to the doctor in over 5 and a half years. Those three days
traumatized both me and my parents, so much that I had to name this experience.