It was 2 am, April 24th of 2001, when I started to experience the most unbearable pain in my life; it was on the right side of the abdomen. The pain was so extreme I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it through the night. Taking three pain relievers didn’t have an effect on the pain at all. When those pills didn’t help, I wasn’t sure what would. I couldn’t stand still in one spot: when I did, I thought I was going to die. To relieve the pain, I ran like an idiot from one side of the room to the other. After a 3 hour running marathon in my house, I decided that the situation was getting very serious and I should wake my parents up to let them know what the problem was. After I told my father that I was experiencing a lot of pain, he decided to ignore the problem. His solution was to tell me

After three miserable days of my hospital stay, I was a shadow of my former self. Exhausted, and sad from this traumatic experience, my parents hardly recognized me. But through it all, they stayed with me, and together we learned more about each other's ways. Perhaps this is the beginning of a new awareness so that the next time they will be sensitive enough to get me to the hospital sooner. At least, I hope so.

I quickly got dressed. Although in tremendous pain I was able to make it to my father’s car. We went to Bellevue Hospital. When I got there, I was greeted by a nurse asking me how I was feeling. Like she didn’t already see what kind of condition I was in. She took all my information and told me to wait. After getting a spoonful of Tylenol I waited a good 30 minutes for the doctor to see me. I was very upset that I had to wait since I was in so much pain. It appeared to when we were in the hospital my father was a little more worried than he was before, and that made me feel better, because I know he cared, and was taking me more seriously. Finally the doctor came out from his office and told me I had the symptoms of kidney stones. He prescribed me medication and told me I was safe to go home. Boy was he wrong. On the way back, the pain started to come back. And it was worse than before. I really didn’t want to tell my father that I was having the pain. I knew if I did he would worry a lot more. He wo

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