My memoir

A day game when I had a fever. Lucky me. To make things even more interesting, a few players were out for the game because of suspensions and I would get to play both ways. It was a long game and the end was welcome.
             As soon as we got back to school, I managed to peel off my football gear and carefully fell back into my clothes. I called my father and it wasn't long after I mentioned the idea of the hospital that I found myself in the waiting room at Memorial West. Once there, the nurses seemed to fall and fawn over my remarkably uncommon skin tone. I looked like I was about to pass out at any moment. The brilliant doctors were in excellent form, putting their thousand dollar PhDs to good use by deciding to draw "some blood" from a dehydrated, exhausted teenager on the brink of death. Five vials later, I started to feel a little woozy. Feeling so inspired to pass out or puke on their tiny white shoes, the Betty Crocker bastards tried to appease me with a graham cracker and a rinse cup of their finest OJ (from concentrate). And then it was "welcome to the ER". Here I found myself cocooned in starched white sheets, being pumped intravenously with fluids other than orange juice, which obviously didn't do the trick. I eventually woke up and they told me I was alright to go home. They concluded that I had a severe allergic reaction to Penicilin. They told me that even though my father was allergic to it, there was no way of knowing that I would be as well. .
             The week that followed that was pretty miserable. I went to the doctors every single day. The first day he told me that somehow the hospital had misplaced my blood and that more was needed for testing. Again, five vials later, my doctor told me that there was a slight chance that the infection was in fact cancer but that I shouldn't worry anyone because they did not know for sure. This doctor, unbeknownst to him, became the unwitting servant of my mortality offering up an uncertain future He made an appointment for me to go to a place called Quest Diagnostics for a more powerful MRI scan.