The Pen Project Volume 1 Issue 2 - Page 18

real life by Brayton Meyer On July 26, 2016, life threw me a curve ball. I went to bed at 12:00 a.m. and was up constantly shaking (hot and cold); I had a spiked fever of 103 degrees. The next week, I visited the clinic several times to try and figure out what was wrong with me. Many doctors saw me and tried to advise a plan that would help, but nothing was working. I was tested for mono and strep throat. Although the tests were negative, my white blood count was high. As a result, they put me on antibiotics and steroids. As time went on, the pain and sickness in my throat got so bad it was time for an ER visit. But it was the same story; they gave me a shot of steroids for all the pain and sent me on my way. The following week the pain at night got so bad I had to go back to the ER a second time. They gave me a shot of steroids and an IV. The IV was horrible. I was so dehydrated, and they could not find my veins. They had to bring in an ultrasound machine to figure out where my veins were. Even with that machine they struggled. They gave me a shot of strong pain medicine. As the meds kicked in and the IV fluids were replenishing my body, I realized something… How blessed I had been my whole life with my health. God had been watching over me throughout my entire life. When the doctor came back in, he told me that I possibly had an abscess tonsil and needed to see a specialist the next morning. (If you don't know what an abscess tonsil is, I encourage you to look it up with caution.) Waking up that next morning, I was in pain - the worst pain I have ever experienced. While we drove to the hospital, I sat in the front seat constantly fading in and out. I felt like I was going to pass out because of the infection in the back of my throat. As my mom and I walked into the clinic, my dad met us at the door with a wheelchair. I was so weak and could not walk. After an hour wait, I was in the doctor’s office with the specialist. This is when it all went downhill. He confirmed that I had an abscessed tonsil. It needed to be drained immediately; otherwise, the pain and infection would get a lot worse. (This next part is graphic, so please skip ahead if you have a queasy stomach.) He came back with a needle that was the size of ‘Texas.’ He thoroughly explained what was going to happen and it started… He took the needle and numbed the back of my throat, and began to make a small cut in the back of my throat. Then he then slowly pried open the cut looking for the bacteria that needed to be drained. He did this several times and finally hit the sweet spot, a bunch of grey and purple liquid came pouring out. It was awful. I was as white as a ghost, and I almost passed out. He did it a second time and told me he thought he got it all. I wish he was right. Two days later, I was back in the same office. The doctor told me I had to get my tonsils out. I was worried, but I knew in the midst of all of this God had a plan for me. I thought to myself, ‘surgery could be in a week.’ But no, I was wrong again. He told me I needed them out within the next few hours. Before I could even think, I was being wheeled back to the operating room. 18