Today I went to get some blood tests done. The nurse couldn't find a vein in my arm, so she had to stick me with the needle about two times, but no blood was coming out. It hurt a little, and I was scared for some reason. I hate needles and I cry very easily when it comes to them, but this time I just turned my head to the side.
While they were trying to draw my blood, I suddenly fainted. Well, I don't really remember what happened. I only remember that I suddenly started feeling weak, and then I began dreaming about something yellow, although I can't remember the dream itself. Then I woke up and the doctor was holding a cotton ball with alcohol under my nose, which made me feel more alert.
After that, the doctor told me that I had fainted and asked me how I was feeling. She also said that I had almost started having convulsions. My mom was there too, and she got really scared.
I spent about five minutes smelling the alcohol, and I started feeling better. The doctor told me that I needed to relax because I was very tense, although I actually felt calm.
Later, the doctor brought another nurse, and they inserted the needle into my hand. This nurse stayed with me in case I fainted again. This time, I really felt like I was about to pass out once more, but I tried my best to stay strong and managed to remain awake.
The doctor then told me to stay seated for about ten minutes. Afterward, she gave me some juice and a few cookies.
My arm hurts. I had two injections, and since I fainted, I moved, and the doctor said I was going to have a bruise because I moved, and I can't roll up my shirt sleeve.
I'm eating a tamale now, I've arrived home. My mom was scolding me the whole way home. She told me that who would help me when she was no longer with me, that I should be very strong because I would be alone and no one would be there to help me. I don't know, I hope I survive being alone, I don't know, I hate being so weak, I must be tougher
10/06/26
