It was three o'clock in the morning and I was cold. I went to my parents bed and snuggled in. I still felt cold. At about four 'o'clock, Mom was feeling my head. My temperature was 105 degrees. I got up to use the restroom, and it just made me feel lightheaded with a sharp headache. Mom and dad bundled me in some wraps, and they drove me to the hospital. When I arrived, I was burning up with fever. They registered me in, and I slept. After putting me in sedation to enter a tube into my nose, they had me eat jello and popsicles and smoothies and crackers and all that. I turned my mouth from it. They gave me medicine, but I vomited it up. I watched Mary Poppins and stopped myself from throwing up again.
When I finally got home after two weeks, I had to wear a mask all the time. I wanted to play Wii, but mom said, no physical stuff till your pneumonia is gone. For days, I slept on the air mattress with barf bags by my bedside. When I felt okay enough, I ate saltine crackers. For many more days, I was miserable, and tired of watching TV. I couldn't hold down my medicine, so they had to needle-feed it to me. Being only eight, I didn't know what would happen.
When I finally got better, I still had to take things easy, which was a bit annoying, but I am truly grateful to my mom and dad for helping me through that scary time.
All I remember after drinking a Horizon chocolate milk was that I threw up. I cried because I couldn't go to the school picnic. I was going to have so much fun, eating snacks, and getting my face painted. I was so disappointed, but dad said he'd stay home and do a fun-day with me and that I probably got the flu. Being only six, I enjoyed relaxing, but my worst times was when they had to make me extract myself of feces and everyone was there. I missed a month of first grade, and I was so sad and disappointed. I got better after two months and missed Halloween, although Halloween isn't a holiday in our family, it was at school. Again, I got better.
I was nice and peppy before sedation, but after my surgery, I was too weak and drowsy to move. I only ate smoothies and drank liquids which stank a lot. I got lots of gifts, but I was still not happy. I finally recovered and became my normal nine-year old self!
I was ten, so this was only a few months ago. I cartwheeled into the granite kitchen, and I banged my foot on the counter. I claimed I was fine, and it did not hurt at all, but I couldn't put weight on it.
I left school early to see the bone doctor. It was a chipped bit of my foot. HE said I could not do the flips I wanted. His name was Dr. Chris. He was really nice, and assured me when I was getting my boot fitted. When I slept, I felt my foot throbbing with pain as I adjusted my positions. I pushed myself up, motivated. I knew I had a purpose for life, and God would use me as he pleased, even if I kept getting sick or hurt.
I hope my story was motivating. It had a great meaning in my life, it told me, I was needed in the world. For a purpose. And YOU are needed now, with the coronavirus in the world. YOU also have a purpose, just as me. Even kids, who think they are a small part of the world. By quarantining and locking down, you will be doing your part for now. Stay safe!