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Although memories fade, I will never forget the summer vacation which was an awful and terrible experience of my life. Before this time, I would rarely get sick, and I always thought that illness could be a good thing because my parents would pay special attention to me. After suffering from two illnesses that vacation, I realized that sickness was definitely a painful experience when my tonsils got inflamed and when I broke my left arm.
The first time I realized what illness actually brought was when I got tonsillitis. It happened during the first days of the vacation when I graduated from senior high school. After a crazy all-night graduation party, I caught a cold and my tonsils were swollen. But I took it lightly because I thought my parents would just care for me. Despite having a headache and feeling weak, I didn’t take any measure until the day I felt lumps in my throat when I tried to swallow. I was in so much pain, so my mother took me to the hospital worriedly. The doctor told me that I had a serious inflammation of my tonsils, and the best treatment was to remove them. In order to be free of the troubles of my tonsils, I underwent the tonsillectomy operation. At the beginning of the operation, I was blindfolded with a piece of black cloth. Then a nurse putting six pins of anesthetic on both sides of my tonsils. It was painful and disgusting, and I felt like vomiting. After awhile, I began to feel nothing. In general, the operation went smoothly, except the anesthetic made me feel sick.
In the days after the operation, I experienced more torment. The first three days were the most painful. My throat hurt very much and was uncomfortable. In order to relieve the pain, I would put some ice in my mouth a few times a day. I couldn’t speak or eat but could only rely on glucose to supply nutrition. The worst thing was having to spit blood periodically. In the following days, with the pain alleviating slowly, I could only drink liquid or eat soft foods, such as porridge and eggs. Although my parents bought a lot of fruits and snacks, I couldn’t enjoy them because of the pain in my throat, which continued almost a month. This was the first time I realized that being ill was not good but painful.
However, my understanding of illness was not enough. Soon after, life gave me another lesson. After several days of suffering tonsillitis, I broke my left arm. One day when I was enjoying the air on the roof of our house, a thunderstorm suddenly came. I hastilytried to get down using a ladder. Unfortunately, I took an awkward step, lost balance and fell about three meters from the air. After a muffled bang, I felt intense pain coming from my left wrist. I raised my hand and saw a big knot on it. I felt very disturbed, worrying that my left arm was broke. Enduring the stabbing pain, I called my parents back. Once again, I was taken to the hospital by my mother. The X-rays confirmed the fracture of my left arm. The doctor wrapped it tightly in plaster and put gauze around it a few times. From that point, I couldn’t move my left arm arbitrarily. The first night was tantalizing because my arm was so painful, and it seemed like a burning fire in my bone. I lay awake almost the whole night, while the pain was just the start of my “one handed life”.
The first day after the fracture, I had to face the brutal reality that I was “one handed”. Because my parents were busy, they didn’t have time to take care for me every day. The biggest problem was having to put on my clothes with one hand. I still remember the scene struggling to put on my clothes without my left hand. I spread my pants and the t-shirt on the bed and tried to put them on with my right hand and my two feet. When I encountered the zipper, I had to use the gravity of the plaster to suppress the lower end of the zipper, pulling it using my right hand little by little. That morning, I spent an extra fifteen minutes just putting on my clothes. In the following days, I had to continue using one hand to wash, to use the toilet, and even to tie my shoes. After a month of convalescence, I really knew how inconvenient it was to be injured. The ordinary things of my daily life became an insurmountable mountain for me to climb.
All in all, I managed to survive that terrible summer vacation, and I will never forget the lessons that life taught me at the age of eighteen. After suffering the painful tonsils and the broken arm, I realized how important my health was, and illness was not an attention-getter for my parents. The experience of not being able to eat or speak, feeling the inflammation in my throat, falling off a ladder and breaking my left arm me helpless and lonely. I learned that if I didn’t take precaution against illness and injury. In the future I would have to live a life of suffering and inconvenience.
