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This story is of my first major operation. On fourth grade, everything was fine. It wasnt great or crappy. Just fine. I was doing ok in class and i had friends. Friends i hung out with and visited. Then one morining, it was one of the most usual days ever. Nothing special. Until it was time for recess. I was just hanging out knowing i wasnt entirely accepted as "NORMAL" or "COOL". My stomache was making an unruly growling sound. I just flushed it out with the work i had to do. The small pain was nothing worth thinking of. I just concentrated on my work for school. As we came inside for more class, the pain widened but the noise stopped. It was still nothing i couldnt handle. I just waited for class to be over. Over the time, The pain increased little by little. About 2 hours later i was in so much pain that it completely overcame the fact that i was extremely shy. I talked to the teacher and he sent me to the nurses office. I told her that there was a pain in my stomache. She said that i was going to be okay and sent me back with a note that said i was fine. That b***h. I was usually in denial about pain that after every painful thing i got i just kept on going no matter how much it hurt. EVERY PAIN. Once i tried jumping off a sidewalk on my mountain bike but unusually, it somehow became too much to handle on the little air i got. i lost controll and the bike fell on top of me. 2 women helped me up and walked me to my apartment but as i cried and bled, i walked all the way and didnt let them touch my bike. Moral of the story: Helmets really save lives. Anyway, back to my original story. I played the mindless child games until it was time to go back in. My pain was unbearable but i endured every bit without crying. As i ran home to my apartment, i had hoped that the next day would be better. Around 7:30, the pain was too much. I told my parents and they just gave me an Alka-Seltzer. The bastards. One hour later i begged them to take me to the hospital. I hated the doctor but i knew that was the only way to get rid of the pain. I waited for about 30 minutes moaning a little until about the last 5 minutes i showed the first tear of many others to come. I got a check up and as the doctor examined me, i felt an urge to kill myself to stop the pain. I was taken to the operation room a few minutes later. The gas mask i wore to make me sleep made me felt I was ready to die. The next morning, i woke up on a bed next to my mother, sitting on a chair and found out that my appendix was about to burst. My family visited for a few hours and then i had to go to physical therapy because i couldnt control my body yet. I stayed for a week with my family visiting me everyday for a few hours. One day i was told if i could walk to the machine down the hall i would get an ice cream. The ******** nurse lied. i just waited for the ice cream. It never came. One night, i woke up at 3:00 saturday morning. i cried for no reason. I wasnt in any pain. I was in emotional pain of the horrible week i had. It was then i found out i hated everyone. I hated them for not caring of any pain i had. I hated them because of all the lies. I hated people. The day i went home and the following days after that i looked like a complete retard because of my recovering body. I went to school the day after I got home. On P.E. time, i ran around the field knowing of the pain and i just didnt care anymore. I hated everyone. I hated people. I hated living.
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