One test I did, I was in a machine for over two hours without moving. I felt very uncomfortable, claustrophobic even, while I was lying down in the enclosed machine. No matter where I went, no one could figure out what was wrong with me. I went to the hospital here in my hometown, Milan, multiple times, as well as going to a hospital thirty minutes from where I live, in Kirksville. One of the places I believed we could go to and find out what was wrong was in Columbia, Missouri, which is about two and a half hours away from where I live. So, we made our way to Columbia where again they ran multiple tests on my blood and ran a test with an ultrasound. However, once again, they were unable to find anything wrong. This confused me and the rest of my family. My family now tells me how they tried very hard to believe that I was sick, but after going to many doctors and not one finding what was wrong with me, it was hard to believe that what I was going through was real. I, on the other hand, had become very depressed. I spent many nights crying myself to sleep and praying that I would eventually find out what was going …show more content…
As we arrived there I was situated in a room and was asked a few questions about what was going on with me. When I explained my situation, the doctors were in shock and immediately took me for tests and soon had to transfer me to another hospital. I was rushed to take more tests and this led to a heart rate increase. I was scared because the doctors were so concerned with what was going on with me. I then got told that I would have to stay the night at the hospital that day. Little did I know that one night would turn into a little over a week. I spent multiple days in the hospital with nothing found. They would take blood out every morning, I would sleep all day and never really get up to do anything except shower, which I was extremely weak to the point I couldn’t even do that by myself. Most of the days I spent in the hospital of course weren’t very exciting, I spent some time watching Netflix, they brought me coloring books, pop kits, and playdos to keep me entertained. Most of the time I would sleep though. On a Friday in late February, I was taken to the O.R. for one last