Week 5 Narrative

I wake up with a splitting headache, so unbearable that even when dust would hit the floor it sounded like a bomb going off. I couldnt even open my eyes, the sun was so bright, as if the suns rays were burning holes through my eyes. although my eyes were glued shut, my tears still managed to twinkle out. My mom wispers to me. "should we go to the hospital?" I mumbled to her "yes." The travel to the hospital seemed to take hours, and the pain just seemed to get worse each foot that had passed. We arvided at the hospital, and was waiting in the room. It was dark, I needed the lights off it was to much. The room was cold, and they had me covered up in just a loin cloths. It was so cold, but i didnt care, all i could worry about was my head. It felt as if someone took a sledge hammer to my head, cracked it open and started eating my brain. The doctor came in, and they needed to do a spinal tap. I had to sit up, it was a lot of work just to do that. As the needle pierced into my spine i felt the tingling feeling running through my body. It felt like the needle was going to pierce through the other side, but then the needle was pulled out.  Laying there waiting for the results was irritating. All i could keep thinking about was what is wrong with me? The room was cold, dark and empty, I felt so alone. I could hear the sink dripping, it sounded like a metal band with a drummer going crazy BANG! BANG! BANG! is all i could hear and it rattled my brain to no end. I had to struggle just to get off the bed, and the walk over was hard, I had to feel my way around my room. I felt a cold metal cylinder, it was the sink, i worked my way to find the nob and turned it off. Finally I am free from the irritating sound of the sink. The doctor comes in, and his voice echos through the room as if i were on the top of a mountain standing over a valley and yelling "HELLO......Hello....hello....hello" He tells me that I have Meningitis, and that its an infection of the brain. Hering those words, my body gets week and my stomic starts to turn. But I was informed that it wasnt deadly or catchable, and it is treatable through anti-biotics. I was then hospitalized for 2 weeks. Being confined to a bed, in a small room with just one one window, and a tv thats cable was all messed up was a horrible thing. I felt like i was in prison...It was horrible that I felt as if they were teasing me with the tv, yes it turns on, and yes there was cable. but it was fuzzy and at my distance in the room i could barely make out characters. I food was nasty, it tasted like they rolled it around in cow dung and let it set for 6 hours! Finally i was able to leave, and I can definitely say that was an experience I will never forget