Over the summer, I go to a two week overnight theatre
camp. This was in August and I started
getting the pain in June. This camp is
my favorite place in the whole world and it killed me that I had to sit out of
a lot of it. Every afternoon I would
have to go lay down in the infirmary because my pain was just too bad. So finally, the nurse told me that I needed
to go to the emergency room. She said
there was nothing she could do for me and she did not want to see me in this
much pain all the time. I did not want
to leave camp at all, but I knew it was the best thing for me to do. Early the next morning, my father came to
pick me up and drove me to the emergency room at the hospital in my city. I was there all day while they ran tests and
took so many blood samples. They tested
my blood for almost everything that it could possibly be and then some. All the tests came back negative which was
good, but we still did not have any answers.
I had to miss one day and one night of my camp which made me so upset
because we did not find anything out, and the next morning I went back camp
still in the same amount of pain I had when I left. I spent the rest of camp really trying to do
as much as I could but I still had to take a lot of breaks with the nurse and
get carted around in a golf cart everywhere I went. I am glad that the summer after my surgery I was
able to enjoy camp a lot more and only had to rest in the infirmary ONCE while I
was there. Stay tuned for the next parts
of my story. Thank you for reading!
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