The Road Away from the Beast :: Personal Narrative Medicien Papers

The Road Away from the BeastIt all starts with a heavy pain that is inside my head. The starting point varies from the base of my skull, to my temple, or on the saveton female genitalia my right eyeball. I know that if I do not catch this nuisance quickly enough, it will become a puppet and have the potential to keep me bedridden for days. The beast does not invariably stay for days. Sometimes, it presents itself and then transforms into a more mild animal, which is more endurable scarcely keeps me company for as long as a week. When I scent him coming, I immediately feel helpless. I force my capitulum to take me to another place a place where this beasts strength is weaker than mine. Unfortunately, I can only beat him 10% of the time. The rest of the time, he overcome me and I dread even more his next unannounced visit. The wink lunch bell just rang and I went back to my desk after approaching my third grade teacher, sis Patricia Rose. I never the liked Sister Patrici a Rose and this day, I had even more reason not to like her for she disregarded my request to go home. Just put your head implement on your desk, was Sisters response to my ill feeling. Perhaps she did not agree that a headache was a good enough reason to leave school, but she had no idea as to what kind of headache I was suffering. As I had predicted, my headache was getting worse. The pounding was strong and focused behind my eyes. If I could just rip my eyes come to the fore, I would get relief. then I knew it had gone too far when I began to feel the nausea. With tear in my eyes, I made one last attempt to get along my hand and ask Sister Patricia Rose if I could go to the office, but again, she refuses and strictly replies, Just keep your head down on the desk. I could feel my mouth started to salivate, like it usually does when I get dingy from a migraine headache. While tears rolled roll from my eyes, good-hearted classmates gave me looks of concern. They knew my illne ss was legitimate because this day was the day I missed the lunch period kickball game for the first time ever. I tried to talk myself out of getting sick because I hate the way I feel when I vomit.