The Blood Draw
It was a school day in Boise. It was also the day that would change the way I see myself forever. It was a school day and I wasn’t sick yet, I was home gazing out the window. I was home because I wais getting a blood draw that day. I was so nervous about the blood draw that I just wanted to grow wings and fly out of the house. Or maybe become invisible. My dad would never find me. I did not want this to happen but I knew it had to. Soon my dad called to me telling me it was time to go. I gulped. I went to my room grabbed a few thing then went to the front door.
“I’m nervous.” I said to my dad.
“I know” he replied.
We went outside got in the car and we drove away. Here we go. I thought as we drove to the hospital. I was not thinking that this was the day that I would be learning anything new about myself. I was thinking about how nervous I was and how this was the worst day ever. I also didn’t notice that I had forgotten my favorite stuffed animal Lamby.
Soon Saint Luke's Hospital was in view. This is the place that the worst part of my day is going to happen. I thought when I saw the hospital. We drove into the underground parking lot. Dad parked the car and looked at me. “Ready for this.” he asked me.
“No!!!” was my answer. I said it in my head though. I took a deep breath. We climbed out of the car walked to an elevator took it up got out and walked across the street.
We went through the revolving doors. As we climbed the stairs I still was not aware that this blood draw would majorly affect my life. After we climbed the stairs we sat down and waited. (We were not checked in yet.) I kept my eyes on all the entrances because my teacher could come through anyone at any moment. (I had wanted my teacher to come and she said she would.)
Soon my dad took me to the check in counter. After we were all checked in we took our seats. I went over to the place we had been at before. A bit later I saw my teacher come through one of the doors. I ran to my dad to tell him she was here. Before I continue there are somethings you should know. #1 I’m in 4th grade in this story. #2 My class was working on a project called mouse house. We were basically making mini house. #3 That day was presenting day.
My teacher was showing me some pictures of the mouse house. Apparently the first graders had came to see the house because in the pictures there were first grader. (This includes my little sister Madeline.) I noticed that my sister was in a lot of the pictures. My teacher commented on this. “Did you think I was going to be showing you pictures of your sister.” We laughed.
Soon the doctor called me in. I panicked because I noticed that I forgot Lamby. “I can't do this because I forgot Lamby!” I said. I also panicked because it was about to happen. If only I could disappear, fly, or become invisible. If I could do one of those things I wouldn’t have to do this. I thought as we followed the doctor.
The doctor led us into a room and asked me to take a seat. “I can’t do this.” I said
“Why don’t you sit on your dad lap.” The doctor said. I ended up sitting in my dad lap. (I think he had to wrestle me though.) The doctor told me to close my eyes so I did. I screamed things like “Take it out. I don’t feel good. Take It out now.” My teacher held my hand the whole time though.
Red bandage on my arm I was rushed to the waiting room. I layed on the seat we had sat at. A lady got me some apple juice. (Which was really nice of her.) My teacher bent down and in a sternish voice she told me that she was glad she came because she got to see me be so brave. That cheered me up a bit. She left right after that. Soon me and dad left to. He told mom how it had gone. He also told me that I’d been really brave. I told him that I was not. He said that once he had a blood draw and he grabbed onto the chair. They had to pull him off. He took me out for a treat.
Later we went to the doctor and he told us the results. That was the day I learned I had something. (Not saying because it is private.) To this day I still have to get blood draw almost ever time I go to the doctors even though I wish I didn’t have to.
That day I learned that being brave is not whining or crying it’s go through things that are tough, scary, or hard. I also learned that I had a pretty awesome teacher.
