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When I was 9, I stepped on a sewing needle at night, not thinking anything of it I pulled it out, there was a sharp pain for about a week after but I thought it was just sore. A year and a half later the sole of my foot started throbbing every time I stepped, I told my parents and they took me to a specialist who took some x-rays and poked and prodded at my foot. I have had feet problems since I was a kid so the doctor thought It could just be a torn muscle but when he looked at the x-rays it turned out their was still more than half the needle from a year ago stuck in my foot. The first question I blurted out was "Will I need to get surgery?" He said yes and in the next week or so because the needle is too close to my bone. I started crying because it was my first surgery Let's skip a few weeks.... So here came the day of the surgery, I had gotten barely any sleep and I was starving, because I couldn't eat, I was terrified and (alarmed), I was in shock, I couldn't move. I was so focused in my thoughts that my ears weren't hearing everything. My head was pounding and I was pacing, My foot was tapping loudly but I didn't cry because me and my mom had a bet that If I didn't cry I would get 20 dollars... I didn't win that bet because as soon as we walked into the room where they would put my IV in I was screaming... I am not good with needles, even just a shot puts me in panic mode. I was trying to get out of the room when a very nice lady came out and sat me down. I calmed myself and let her insert the IV into my arm, but the fluid wouldn't go into my vein. She had to take it out and put it back in 4 times before I started to freak out again. This time a bigger guy came out of a different room and walked over to me. He had a hand behind his back and I knew what he was trying to do. He pulled the shot from behind him and tried to stab at my leg but I jumped up and ran. If they didn't have those doors locked I would have probably got out and ran away, but they were prepared. He picked me up and sat me back down into the chair and buckled me in to some weird seat. He grabbed the needle and I tried to put my hand up and block it (Resistance) but he just pointed it at my hands, I was shaking and my hands were sweaty, I felt like I was going to faint and I yanked back my hands, and as soon as I did he stabbed my leg. In about 3 seconds I was drowsy and falling in and out of consciousness they helped me to the metal table and laid me flat. I was freezing but I couldn't say so because my mouth wouldn't work in my favor. The last thing I remember is the feeling of back flips the nice lady asking me if I would like music on, then her asking if I like Justin Bieber and me screaming no. When I woke up I screamed because their was a big boot they put on me to protect my stitches. they fed me Oreo's and chocolate milk, I was a mess. I was still under the anesthesia, so I was saying all kinds of different stuff. I wanted a unicorn, I kept calling the big man 'Teddy bear', I couldn't open chap stick. And I asked a tree if it wanted to fight me... I was in a wheelchair so I think the tree would have won. We went home and I sat in the reclining chair and ate grilled cheese and watched all my favorite movies with my cat. But I was so tired and (Exhausted) that I could barely move, my eyes were shutting involuntarily and I was yawning uncontrollably, I fell asleep.
This is my 709 words 3,410 characters essay about a time when I had serious amount of stress and anxiety. I felt like I was going to die. I hope this helps!
