Michelle Moran 4F1
Personal Essay.
After a great dinner, I setteled down in my usual seat next to the window to watch T.V , and to let my dinner digest! "OH NO!", I shouted angrily. The Six o'Clock News had just started. I hated the news. It was so boring. "Here," said my Mum and handed me a Fifty pence peice. "Go and buy yourself a sweety or something, I want to watch the news in peace!"
"Aye, away up to the shop!" exclaimed my Dad. So I got up to put my trainers on which were underneath the radiator by the window.
Suddenly, I got this weird feeling, like a gust of wind had just swished over me. I felt really shaky. My knees were knocking and I could feel my legs giving way. I had a really dizzy feeling. A veil of coloured dots clouded ny eyes, so I could hardly see. I managed to turn around. I could vaugely see my Mum coming towards me and saying something, but I couldn't hear her. Behind her was my Dad. He had an angry expression on his face and it looked like he was shouting.
This weird, dizzy feeling happened many times before, so I knew what to expect. But, this time was different. collapsed on to the chair.
When I came round, my Mum was kneeling down by the chair that I was sprawled over. She was trying as hard as she could to get my tracksuit top off, to help me to cool down. I sat up and took it off, easily. She was shouting orders, like a sergent, to my Dad and Sisters. "Go and phone the Doctor," "Go and get me a sponge and a bowl of cold ...
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This weird, dizzy feeling happened many times before, so I knew what to expect. But, this time was different. collapsed on to the chair.
When I came round, my Mum was kneeling down by the chair that I was sprawled over. She was trying as hard as she could to get my tracksuit top off, to help me to cool down. I sat up and took it off, easily. She was shouting orders, like a sergent, to my Dad and Sisters. "Go and phone the Doctor," "Go and get me a sponge and a bowl of cold water, until I cool her down." I was sitting there on the chair, thinking, "What's the big fuss about? It happens all the time. Why are they all running about after me? I don't need this attention." At that point I burst out laughing. I thought it was very funny that they were all running about after me.
"Michelle," my Mum roared, "this isn't a joke. This is very serious." I stopped laughing abruptly and thoughts were flying through my head like, "What if it is serious and I have to go to hospital and get lots of operations. I was saying the other day how I've not been to the Doctor's in ages. Now it looks like I'll never be away from the place. What if I die?" My Dad came rushing through to the living room, bowl in one hand, a peice of paper in the other.
"The Doctor said that she should stay off school tomorrow and go and see Doctor Carter."
I started crying. I hate going to the Doctor's. I started saying things like "I can't stay off school tomorrow, I have Hockey in P.E. and I need to do it. I feel fine now. Just let me go to school, please?" It was the first time in my life that I had ever begged to go to school. Other people would have been happy to get a day off, but I was frightened of what the Doctor would tell me.
"No, you're staying off school to go to the Doctor's! You have to, this is serious." My Mum shouted at me. That made the tears run even faster. I was sent to my bed to rest, with only my thoughts for company. My Mum rushed up to the shop. She came back laden with ice lollies, bottles of juice and paracetomal. This was all for me. As she came through and dumped all this on my bed, I was thinking, "What will the Doctor say. I wish I was allowed to go to school. What am I like, I actually want to go to school. I am so scared." I managed to convince myself in those five seconds that I had Cancer and I only had five years to live! For the first time in my life I realised I was scared of dying. That night I cried myself to sleep.
I could see the Doctor's looming in the distance. "Just down the hill and I'll be there." I thought, nervously. I gulped as I walked through the door. Soon I would know what the big fuss was about. Soon I wold know if I would die.
I sat in the waiting room tapping my feet, playing with my hair, biting my nails and every few seconds smiling, nervously at my Mum.
"Michelle Moran." I saw Doctor Carter looking around the room for me. She spotted me and smiled as if to say, "Don't look so worried." I could see that her dress sense hadn't changed. As usual she was wearing a crisp white shirt, the collar was one of those on a Victorian shirt, right up to her chin with a brooch pinned at the base. I used to think, when I was little that if you pressed the brooch her head would fall off. I am still waiting to see if it will!
I walked into her room, looking for signs of needles as I usually do. I sat down on the big, black, comfy, chair and I sank into it as I sat down. I sat for what seemed like an eternity waiting for the Doctor to sit down. Then, instead of asking me what happened, which would be the obvious choice as it happened to me
