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Here is my first ever memoir. I wrote this memoir about my first experience in the hospital and my first impressioin. This was a life changing expeirience for me and that is why I choose to write about it. The lesson in this memoir is that finding the positive in every moment can influence your insight on this moment. Wether it is a horrible moment that effects your life or something that isn’t that bad but still effects you. Finding the good helps coping with really bad parts in your life.

Hope you enjoy




Have you ever felt like you have no control over your body? Like every movement takes a lot of concentration and even when you try you end up doing things you can’t control it. The first time it happened to me, was a very normal day but that changed quickly. 


It was my mom’s birthday and we decided to go to the park because it was a beautiful day. I went over to the monkey bars. We had only been at the park for ten minutes when I thought of doing something else but as soon as my feet touched the ground I felt a chill go up my back. I instantly started to panic. Running towards my mom was like running with ten thousand weights attached to my leg. Every movement felt like running a marathon. 

As soon as words came out of my mouth as I started to explain to my mom what happened, she asked me to take a deep breath and slowly repeat what happened. “I was just on the monkey bars and now I feel like I can’t feel my legs anymore. Every movement is like running a ten mile run. And now I am really really scared that my leg is going to fall off,” I said. “Your leg won’t fall off but I think we have to go home. And if it is still bad in the morning we have to go to the hospital,” she responded. 

I hated hearing the word “hospital”. It makes me instantly get anxious and start rethinking where I could have gone wrong but the only thing that came to mind was not having such annoying problems but I couldn’t change that. 

Back at my house, I couldn’t go anywhere, but having your sibling help you with everything wasn’t that bad. On our way home from the park we stopped by a friend’s house and they gave me crutches which I was surprisingly excited about because I have never had crutches before. 

Anyway, by the time the morning came around, the 4 out of ten in my leg became an 8. So as you can guess, off to the hospital I went. It was raining as my dad drove me to the hospital.. of course! 


The hospital was scary. It was really tall so it felt like it was staring down on me as if to say “you have problems so you will be here for the rest of your life”. I couldn’t help but imagine me in my eighties still in the hospital and that sent a spider crawl feeling up my back. 

Although I knew that this wasn’t such a big deal, I kept hearing voices in my head saying things like “maybe she had a stroke,” or “maybe she will lose feeling for the rest of her life,” and none of those made me feel better. 

My dad helped me out of the car then I very slowly limped my way to the emergency entrance. I have never felt more overwhelmed in my whole entire life. The air smelt of barf and medicine. In the distance I could hear babies crying. There were a dozen chairs in the corner. Up ahead was a person behind plexiglass and a short hallway in the back that led to a weird looking room. There were child-ish drawings on the walls but even with all the cool things, it was too empty and it felt kind of strange. 

My dad shoved me towards the lady behind the desk. The lady said, “hello what is the emergency today?” My dad responded with a very short response, “My daughter has lost feeling in her leg. It started yesterday.” Because of COVID she had to ask some safety questions. 

When she was done she sent us to the strange room in the back which weirdly looked like a bathroom. There was a sink and a mirror. But there were tubes in the back of the room that were contracted to a huge bag. There were two ladies in the room. There were both wearing gowns and one was on a computer and the other was holding the bag. She put the bag on my arm and it instantly started to squeeze my arm making me feel like a deflated balloon. The nice lady said that this was a blood test and that it was only to check my blood flow. They sent me and my dad into a hospital room.


The next two hours went by so fast. There were two people who kept making me do these tests for how I can walk, and I failed all of the tests. Then this lady walked in and said she was going to give me an IV. I thought this sounded cool until they shoved a tube into my vein. I threw up because I get nauseous very easily. I went to get an MRI so at least I got to watch Despicable Me. The MRI was 2 hours of laying in the exact same position. Way too long to go without any movement at all. 


It felt like ten hours had passed but my dad said it was only five. I had to take 4 tests, 1 very long MRI, an IV stuck up my arm (which by the way, was still in my arm). This nurse walked in and told me they had to do another test, and I made a very funny joke to make me feel better. Finally they asked if I wanted anything to eat. I got to order a chocolate chip muffin, a bowl of fruit loops and apple juice (which I don’t actually like and makes me wonder why I ordered it). The froot loops tasted amazing since I don’t get to have sugary cereal a lot. The muffin tasted like whole wheat bread with chocolate chips inside of it. Overall, I hate hospital food. At least I got to eat things with sugar in them is what I thought was what my dad was trying to do to help me cope with the fact that I was in a hospital

Throughout the 6 hours I was at the hospital, I threw-up about 12 times. My mom finally came at around hour number 7, so that my dad could rest a bit. 


After 8 hours of pure torture, I finally was sent home. I never felt so happy to see my couch. All I could remember from the rest of the night was flopping on the couch. My family having dinner and then my dad carrying me to bed. 

In the morning, I thought of this whole experience but then it just dawned on me that I have a coping method…. I like to think of the positive in every moment. Whether it is thinking of my sister finally helping me with everything, or making the nurse laugh. The good things help you get through the tough moments. So after all that I went through these past two day it wouldn’t be such a horrible thing if I had to go to the hospital again. As long as I get sugary cereal, I am fine!

I hope you liked this memoir.

Can you relate to this moment? What was your first impression of the hospital? When have you ever thought of the positive in a bad moment?

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  1. April 22nd, 2021 at 1:58 am      Reply Shari Says:

    So, what happened in the end? Are you ok? I am so glad you found positive things in such a stressful time.

    • April 22nd, 2021 at 2:32 pm      Reply audrey2 Says:

      In the end, i was able to go back to school but a few weeks later I had another situation but less intense but that is a story for a nother time!

  2. April 22nd, 2021 at 2:25 pm      Reply sashap1 Says:

    Wow Audrey! This must have been very scary, was it? I’m sorry you had to go threw that, but I’m sure this experience made you a stronger individual. I too, am glad you found positive things in such a stressful time. Was another thing you learned from this experience? If so, what was it?

    Loved the memoir!: Sasha

    • April 22nd, 2021 at 2:36 pm      Reply audrey2 Says:

      What I learned is that once you get something over with it isn’t that bad afterwards. In the moment you are panicking but when you look back you relize that is wasn’t something to freak over about.

  3. April 22nd, 2021 at 2:28 pm      Reply mara Says:

    Hi Audrey,
    I loved your memoir! It was very well written, and I felt like could feel what you felt. Thank you for sharing that! P.S. My coping mechanism is to laugh like a crazy person whenever I get hurt!


  4. April 22nd, 2021 at 2:52 pm      Reply shyleem Says:

    Hi Audrey! I loved your memoir and all the feelings you put into it. it probably felt great letting your sister do everything for you.

  5. June 1st, 2021 at 7:05 pm      Reply melissathompson Says:

    Dear Audrey,
    This was an amazing memoir! You captured my attention right away with all the descriptive language and figurative devices.
    I think we all (or at least many of us) have a tendency to think of the worst first. I’m so glad it wasn’t anything serious and you were able to go back to school relatively quickly. Hopefully you’ll be able to keep this story in mind the next time you get scared, and will try to keep everything in perspective!
    Did they ever figure out what it was?

    Thank you for sharing so honestly.

    Mrs. Thompson

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