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

The Road Away from the BeastIt all starts with a dull pain that is inside my item. The starting point varies from the base of my skull, to my temple, or just behind my right eyeball. I know that if I do non catch this nuisance quickly enough, it will become a beast and have the potential to keep me bedridden for days. The beast does not always stay for days. Sometimes, it presents itself and then transforms into a more than mild animal, which is more bearable but keeps me company for as long as a week. When I incur him coming, I immediately feel helpless. I rive my mind to take me to another place a place where this beasts force-out is weaker than mine. Unfortunately, I can only beat him 10% of the time. The rest of the time, he beats me and I dread even more his next unannounced visit. The second lunch bell just rang and I went back to my desk afterward approaching my third grade teacher, Sister Patricia Rose. I never care Sister Patricia Rose and this day, I had even more r eason not to like her for she disregarded my request to go home. Just put your head down on your desk, was Sisters response to my ill feeling. Perhaps she did not turn back that a headache was a good enough reason to retire from school, but she had no idea as to what kind of headache I was suffering. As I had predicted, my headache was endureting worse. The pounding was strong and pore behind my eyes. If I could just rip my eyes out, I would procure relief. Then I knew it had gone too far when I began to feel the nausea. With tears in my eyes, I made one last look for to raise 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 sick from a migraine headache. While tears mooted roll from my eyes, sympathetic classmates gave me looks of concern. They knew my illness was legitimate because this day was the day I deep in thought(p) the lunchtime kickball game for the first time ever. I tried to conversation myself out of getting sick because I hate the way I feel when I vomit.