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Narrative Essay [|Brainstorming]: ==== illness, symptoms, surgeries, hospital, suffer, blood, sick, pain, abscess, liver, lung, health, situation, medicament, serum, rooms, analysis, vomit, dead, hospital´s clothe, frustration,medicine, nurses, doctors. ====

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Thesis: I. Claim 1 When I go to the hospital  a. Sept. 10th 2003  b. emergencies room  c. hepatic abscess II. Claim 2 My permanence at the hospital  a. In 3 different hospitals  b. 2 surgeries III. Claim 3 When I returned to my house  a. Oct. 9th 2003  b. I was a month in the hospital

Essay:
“Never regret. If it's good, it's wonderful. If it's bad, it's experience”.-Victoria Holt. I had a lot of bad experiences, but I remember one in particular. This experience formed part of my soul and my life: an illness that I had. Each time that I talk about that, it brings to my mind everything: the beginning when I went to the hospital, the period that I passed in that place and my recovery. Despite this situation, I want to recall it one more time. My worst experience started on September 10, 2003. I was at the clinic because I had some symptoms (vomit, fever and pain). The result of the analysis determined that I had an hepatic abscess, so I needed hospitalization. In that moment I said: Why me? Only seeing the hospital's beds, nurses, doctors, needles and children crying caused me stress and frustration, so I felt deception because I could saw the bad service from doctors and nurses. Although I felt very sad, I tried to keep calm because was missing a lot of days more for my recovery. In this bad experience I lived a lot of disagreeable situations. First, it was that I had to stay in three different clinics. Second, it was that I could not eat; my unique food was a bag of serum each morning. And the third was the worst: the two surgeries that I had, in which, I almost died. After much suffering, I recovered from this disease thanks to a marvelous specialist who always helped me until the last day of my therapy. After the worst pain came the alleviation. October 9, 2003 is a memorable day for me and my relatives because it was the day that I returned to my house. I could not describe my happiness. After a month of suffering pain, I came back to my home. I still remember when I left the hospital robe and I wore my own clothes. The most exceptional moment was while I received my papers and I was crossing the main door of the hospital of Leon. In spite of this bad experience, I am alive. <span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">Now, after nine years of this unpleasant experience I feel better. I changed the manner of see this life; furthermore, I learnt to appreciate all the things that I have, so I could understand the most important that I have is health and life. I think that after all the situations that I have, I am a better person. Even though my worst experience was an illness, I admit that this awful experience gave me a great apprenticeship about how to survive in a hospital.