Billy Johnson
As I sit in class I begin to daydream about the next couple of weeks coming up. Sophomore year is almost over and I can’t wait to start my summer vacation out in the woods of my YMCA sleep over camp. I scurry off to the cafeteria as the bell for the next period goes off. Afterwards I begin to feel extremely uncomfortable. Pain starts to elevate in my stomach right under my rib cage. I try to take big deep breathes to calm myself down but nothing is working. I finally ask to go to the nurses’ office. While there my body is now sweating a lot and feeling very fatigue. The nurse checks me out and says that I need to go home because of how sick I really look. Little did I know that this was the beginning of a chain of gallbladder attacks, and the removal of my gallbladder.