It's Writer's Workshop day! I get to get back to it after a few weeks off chasing kids while hubby was away, catching up on a little housework and taking care of a child with chicken pox, which has moved on down the line to Claire. Woo Hoo.
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Today I chose the prompt: What was your medicine? Write about a time you remember being ill.
When I was 7, we lived in a small townhouse in Antioch, California. Our landlord wasn't fabulous. My dad was always complaining about the marble buried in our backyard and the rotted fence surrounding it. The landlord always ignored him.
One day, being the crazy monkey of a kid I was, I decided to play in our yard. I started out by digging for marble in on of the planters in the backyard. I climbed a tree. Then, I heard one of my friends putting their trash out in the alley. I climbed the fence, said hi, then went to hop down and OW! I looked at my big toe. I got a HUGE splinter. I panicked. My little 7 year old head screamed, "SPLINTER! Do you know what that means? TWEEZERS AND NEEDLES!" So, this is where I quietly went inside, grabbed a pair of socks and slid them on my feet. When asked, I said my feet were cold. My feet stayed encased in socks.
Fast forward a week. My mom comes into my room to wake me up for school. As she leans over my bed, she notices a red line running down the left side of my neck. Thinking I colored on myself with marker, she tries to rub it off. It doesn't budge. That's when she notices the line goes down my left arm as well. She pulls down the sheets and notices that it runs up from my left foot, up my left leg. It runs all the way to my heart. She freaks out. My dad comes running. She bundles me in blankets and throws me in the car. They drive me to the hospital.
As it turns out, I had the early stages of blood poisoning. As an added bonus, it also turned out I had a rare, highly contagious infection. I can't remember what it was called. I had to get IV antibiotics and fluids, and then they gave us half a gallon (oh yeah, so not kidding) of medication that I had to take a syringe full of everyday, on top of antibiotics for my blood infection. The medication tasted GROSS. When my brother came near me, he had to wear a mask. I missed three weeks of school. And it all started, with a splinter.
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Oh my goodness!! If only you had pulled the darn thing out with tweezers!! Not to mention how painful it must have been walking around like that for a week! Poor baby.
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