"Sometimes you are all you have, and sometimes that's all you need"
-- unknown
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5 years ago--
Vahni POV:
Something is terribly wrong with me. Since last night, there's been an intense pain in my stomach. I try to brush it off as a minor issue, but the pain persists.
I wake up to the sound of my alarm blaring in my ear. I reach over to turn it off, but as I sit up, a sharp pain shoots through my stomach. I gasp, clutching my stomach in agony. I try to stand up, but the pain is too much, and I collapse back onto the bed.
I lie there, trying to catch my breath, and wondering what's happening to my body. The pain is unlike anything I've ever experienced before. It's as if someone is stabbing me repeatedly in the stomach.
As I lie there, I hear the sound of my parents moving around downstairs. My mom is cooking breakfast in the kitchen, and my dad is getting ready for work. I try to call out to them, but my voice is hoarse from the pain.
Just as I'm starting to feel like I'm going to pass out, I hear my parents coming upstairs. My mom bursts into my room, concern etched on her face. "Vahni, beta, what's wrong?" she asks, rushing to my side.
My dad follows close behind, his face etched with worry. "Do you think it's something serious?" he asks my mom, his voice laced with concern.
I try to explain, but the pain is making it hard for me to think straight. "I...I don't know," I stammer. "It just started hurting last night, and it's been getting worse ever since."
My mom quickly springs into action, helping me out of bed and into a sitting position. She examines my stomach, trying to determine the cause of the pain. My dad calls the doctor, trying to get an emergency appointment.
As we wait for the doctor's response, my mom tries to make me as comfortable as possible. She fetches me a glass of water and helps me take some pain medication. My dad tries to reassure me, telling me that everything will be okay.
But as the minutes tick by, the pain only gets worse. I can feel it spreading, making me feel nauseous. I start to feel dizzy, and my vision begins to blur.
My mom notices the change in me and quickly calls my dad over. "We need to get her to the hospital, now," she says, her voice firm and urgent.
As my dad grabs the car keys, my mom helps me downstairs, trying to support me as I hobble along. We quickly get into the car, and my dad starts the engine. We pull out of our driveway and onto the busy streets.
It's rush hour, and the roads are congested. Cars are honking, and people are rushing to get to work. My dad expertly navigates the traffic, trying to get us to the hospital as quickly as possible.
My mom tries to comfort me, holding my hand and talking softly. "We're almost there, beta. Just hang in there." I nod, trying to focus on her words, but the pain is making it hard for me to think straight.
As we inch along the road, I can feel my anxiety growing. I just want to get to the hospital and get some help. I'm scared and in pain, and I just want it to stop.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, we see the hospital up ahead.
As we arrive at the hospital, my parents quickly inform the staff that it's an emergency. The doctor rushes in to examine me, and after a few minutes, he delivers the diagnosis.
"You have a severe case of appendicitis," he explains. "The infection has become critical, and we need to perform an emergency appendectomy right away."
I feel a surge of fear at the mention of surgery, but my parents are by my side, holding my hands and reassuring me that everything will be okay.
The medical staff quickly whisks me away to the operating theater (OT). As the medical staff prepares me for surgery, I feel a mix of emotions: fear, anxiety, and relief. I'm scared of the unknown, anxious about the surgery, but relieved that I'll finally get some answers and relief from the pain.
The anesthesiologist explains the procedure to me, telling me that I'll be under general anesthesia and that the surgery will take about an hour. I nod, trying to process the information, but my mind is a jumble of thoughts and emotions.
My parents are by my side, holding my hands and trying to reassure me. "Everything will be okay, beta," my mom says, her voice trembling with emotion. "You're in good hands."
I look up at them, feeling a surge of love and gratitude. "I'm scared," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.
My dad squeezes my hand. "We're here for you, Vahni. We'll get through this together."
The anesthesiologist interrupts, telling me that it's time to administer the anesthesia. I take a deep breath, feeling a sense of trepidation.
As the anesthesia starts to take effect, I feel myself getting drowsy. The last thing I remember is the doctor's voice, calm and reassuring, asking me, "What's your name?" I try to respond, but my voice is barely a whisper. Everything becomes fuzzy, and I succumb to the darkness, unaware of what's happening around me.
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Just a piece of advice to y'll :
if you ever feel sick just don't avoid it, cuz it gets worse with time I have experienced it myself!!
Anyways I hope you guys are doing good
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