2006-06-21T02:24:00.000-07:00

7 years ago when I was about 5 years old just starting to go to the immense infant school I had tonsilitis and I couldn't eat a scrap of food cause my throat hurt. At the point when my dad was on the phone to the hospital to keep a place for me I was so terrified that I went to my room and crawled under my bed and sobbed.the day finally came it was the moment the moment I wished never will come the moment I was scared of the moment I had to get into my uncle's BMW car and drive to the hospital, and get my tonsils out.
by the time i arrived at the hospital i was all shochen up shiver and fright were beginning to get up my spine. I took one step into the colossal hospital and started to cry, i hoped that getting the tonsils out i don't need to get an injection because the worse thing i hate is having an injection.
After an hour a nurse came and gave supplies and took me to a bed where i stayed the night. An hour or so went past and the doctor cam and took me to the operator. when i went in, the doctor said he was going to give me sweet so he held my hand and instead of giving me a sweet he gave me an injection.
After the operation i had this medicine that tasted really horrible and strong. after a month or two i got better and i didnt go to reception because of my tonsilitis.

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