No Regrets
3-Discomfort
Charlotte’s P.O.V
The next day
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh I was absolutely terrified. I grabbed hold of Kylie’s hand and squeezed, trying to relieve my nervousness. Her hand was the only thing that kept me from sprinting out the double doors and locking myself in the car.
“We are here for an appointment for Charlotte Moren.” My mom stated confidently, but her voice cracked on my name and I knew she was holding herself together for me.
The lady took us into a room that had a bunch of beeping machines in it, which just added to my fright. She sat me down in a seat and talked me through what was going to happen. My brain registered hardly anything she said.
“…Will be done in about four hours.” My head snapped up. FOUR HOURS!? URGGHH this is gonna be a very boring, painful and nauseous couple of hours as the nurse said that the unfamiliar substance would make me feel very sick.
The nurse came in and was preparing the IV needle when I burst out crying and curled into a ball. I am deathly afraid of needles, and run from the sight of them. My mom came over to me and gave me her hand to hold. I squeezed it so tight that her knuckles turned white and she winced, but didn’t complain.
“Honey, I know it scares you, but you need to let her put the IV in.” She said in a soothing voice.
I whimpered but slowly began to uncurl myself, knowing I would have to sooner or later. My mom talked to me in a quiet voice while the nurse sympathetically held my arm down and gently put the needle into my vein. I entered a wave of hysteria and couldn’t stop my tears or sobs as I was scared and the needle hurt.
I eventually calmed down, but was still scared. Kylie had started playing One Direction, as she knew that their songs help me calm down.
I tried relaxing seeing as I would be here for a while. I was glad I decided to be comfy today. I was wearing grey cheetah print leggings, a baggy sweatshirt that said I <3 Paris, uggs, my favorite rings and my hair was pulled into a messy bun. http://www.polyvore.com/comfy/set?id=74281634
After about two hours of reading magazines and trying not to freak out I started feeling really nauseous. The nurse said that this was expected but I still felt awful. I grabbed the tray next to me meant for this purpose and threw up the entire contents of my stomach. The nurse came in with another clean tray and took the one I just threw up in. She came back a few minutes later.
“Obviously you aren’t feeling well, but did throwing up make you feel any better?” she asked.
“A little bit, but the needle is really uncomfortable.”
“I know sweetie, I’m sorry but there is nothing I can do about the discomfort, it is from the liquid dripping into your vein. Over time you will grow used to it.”
I groaned, but nodded at the nurse. She left and I tried to focus on the magazine and not the discomfort for the rest of the time.
Finally the nurse came in and took the needle out. She told me what I was going to feel like, what was normal, what wasn’t. I was then free to leave, but I had to lean on Kylie because I was so weak.
“Who’s up for a smoothie?” Kylie asked, trying to end the silence.
“ME!” I yelled.
The next day
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh I was absolutely terrified. I grabbed hold of Kylie’s hand and squeezed, trying to relieve my nervousness. Her hand was the only thing that kept me from sprinting out the double doors and locking myself in the car.
“We are here for an appointment for Charlotte Moren.” My mom stated confidently, but her voice cracked on my name and I knew she was holding herself together for me.
The lady took us into a room that had a bunch of beeping machines in it, which just added to my fright. She sat me down in a seat and talked me through what was going to happen. My brain registered hardly anything she said.
“…Will be done in about four hours.” My head snapped up. FOUR HOURS!? URGGHH this is gonna be a very boring, painful and nauseous couple of hours as the nurse said that the unfamiliar substance would make me feel very sick.
The nurse came in and was preparing the IV needle when I burst out crying and curled into a ball. I am deathly afraid of needles, and run from the sight of them. My mom came over to me and gave me her hand to hold. I squeezed it so tight that her knuckles turned white and she winced, but didn’t complain.
“Honey, I know it scares you, but you need to let her put the IV in.” She said in a soothing voice.
I whimpered but slowly began to uncurl myself, knowing I would have to sooner or later. My mom talked to me in a quiet voice while the nurse sympathetically held my arm down and gently put the needle into my vein. I entered a wave of hysteria and couldn’t stop my tears or sobs as I was scared and the needle hurt.
I eventually calmed down, but was still scared. Kylie had started playing One Direction, as she knew that their songs help me calm down.
I tried relaxing seeing as I would be here for a while. I was glad I decided to be comfy today. I was wearing grey cheetah print leggings, a baggy sweatshirt that said I <3 Paris, uggs, my favorite rings and my hair was pulled into a messy bun. http://www.polyvore.com/comfy/set?id=74281634
After about two hours of reading magazines and trying not to freak out I started feeling really nauseous. The nurse said that this was expected but I still felt awful. I grabbed the tray next to me meant for this purpose and threw up the entire contents of my stomach. The nurse came in with another clean tray and took the one I just threw up in. She came back a few minutes later.
“Obviously you aren’t feeling well, but did throwing up make you feel any better?” she asked.
“A little bit, but the needle is really uncomfortable.”
“I know sweetie, I’m sorry but there is nothing I can do about the discomfort, it is from the liquid dripping into your vein. Over time you will grow used to it.”
I groaned, but nodded at the nurse. She left and I tried to focus on the magazine and not the discomfort for the rest of the time.
Finally the nurse came in and took the needle out. She told me what I was going to feel like, what was normal, what wasn’t. I was then free to leave, but I had to lean on Kylie because I was so weak.
“Who’s up for a smoothie?” Kylie asked, trying to end the silence.
“ME!” I yelled.
Awesome!:) and I know exactly how you feel!=]
7/21/13