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Distractions

by Anon

Pages 2 and 3 of 13

Destricon
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This book is dedicated to a survivor of sickle cell.
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I have been in the hospital all my life. Ever since birth. We all have been in a hospital since birth, if you're born in a hospital, now that I think about it, but I was a special case. The doctor told my mom I had sickle cell, and some of the cells didn't develop in my left eye, so I'm basically a pirate. But I don't like talking about that. I like distracting myself and others with stories about my barber.
Let me tell you about my barber. He is a great guy who won a fight against Mike Tyson. He is now 44 in zero. Another distraction, sorry about that, back to the story. I had a bone marrow transplant two years ago and it had a big impact on my life. The transplant came with a lot of effects like when you buy the deluxe bundle of GTA when it's on sale. 
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But one of the main effects that hit me was the seizures. The doctor did tell me that I might have them, but I didn't think much of it. I spent the rest of the time in the hospital learning how to walk, talk, and read. Each day of the week, I worked on basic things like that. I did physical therapy every Friday. If I wasn’t doing that, I would be lying in bed feeling like I was about to die. That whole time I just didn’t feel like myself. 
Before sickle cell, I spent most of my time talking to people I'm close with, playing video games, and going to family members' houses.
There was one time I forgot who my family members were. I forgot who my brother was, my mom, and my uncle. I even forgot who my nurses were who came there with me every day. I was told that these things happened. My mom even told me that I was seeing her as the colors green and purple but didn't remember. The only thing I could remember was my barber doing a 360 into a pool but that's a lie. I could remember taking the same 15 pills every day and I still don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing but I did know that a piece of me was missing.
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I wasn't me. I wasn't J. I was a person with no personality. I was a soulless body. Waking up and seeing my barber fight a street fighter character didn't help at all. He tagged me in and I remember drop-kicking a nurse. The nurse told me and my barber to leave that day, so we did. Me and my barber decided to rob a bank.
So let me tell you how it all started. My barber called up his friends John, code name juice box, and Brycen. We all had code names, by the way. My barber got the car and some black suits. Me and Brycen went inside the bank first, and the first thing Brycen said was, ‘’HANDS UP AND POCKETS EMPTY NOW.’’ The security guard didn't stand a chance.
My barber and code name juice box came running through the hallway screaming. Me and Brycen turned around with the quickness and saw a giant lizard stomping over everything in its path. I looked at Brycen and Brycen looked at me. We both knew what we had to do. I got into my samurai stance as we charged the giant-sized lizard. Superman came out of nowhere and did three laps around the world, ate twelve hot dogs in the blank of an eye, and I then thought to
myself, ‘’What did we get ourselves into?’’
But we both know that story and every story about my barber is a lie and just another distraction. A distraction that kept me from thinking about when my next appointment was and how long it was going to take and how long I'll be in this hospital because my mom didn't know and I didnt know. But after one month and two years, I'm getting better. I haven't been in the hospital for a long time. I haven't been having seizures and that's really it. I've still been taking two million pills a day, but now I'm distracted again. My barber came through the window riding a shark that was on fire, blowing my phone out the window along with my juice and piggy bank full of money!
But that was just a distraction again. The most recent thing that happened was months ago. To sum it up, the school took us on a trip out of town and we went to a big hotel. We had food and drinks; everything was fine. Me and three other people shared a room. I took my two million pills and dozed off. I remember waking up at two in the morning feeling wet. Apparently, I peed on myself.
myself, ‘’What did we get ourselves into?’’
But we both know that story and every story about my barber is a lie and just another distraction. A distraction that kept me from thinking about when my next appointment was and how long it was going to take and how long I'll be in this hospital because my mom didn't know and I didnt know. But after one month and two years, I'm getting better. I haven't been in the hospital for a long time. I haven't been having seizures and that's really it. I've still been taking two million pills a day, but now I'm distracted again. My barber came through the window riding a shark that was on fire, blowing my phone out the window along with my juice and piggy bank full of money!
But that was just a distraction again. The most recent thing that happened was months ago. To sum it up, the school took us on a trip out of town and we went to a big hotel. We had food and drinks; everything was fine. Me and three other people shared a room. I took my two million pills and dozed off. I remember waking up at two in the morning feeling wet. Apparently, I peed on myself.
I don't remember what happened after that. Everything was looking weird. My head was hurting and I was throwing up. That is really all I remember. I don't remember how I got home or who took me home. It was probably my barber.
Or a flying dog. I couldn't remember. A few months passed after that happened, and life started going back to normal. I started being me again. I had a few doctor appointments here and there, but nothing serious was happening. So let's fast forward again.
It is now April 12, a couple of days before my older brother's birthday. It happened again. I had a seizer, but this time it was different. I was half asleep. I remember saying my brother's name twice then saying my mom's name twice, then I woke up. I threw up in my sleep then had a seizure then blacked out. I woke up in the hospital that's the second seizure I remember in full detail, and I thought it was kinda cool to remember something like that. Now I have a story to tell my grandkids and my barber, but I think I'm gonna wrap it up here.
I feel like I'm typing a comic and not a book. Is that bad? Thank you for taking the time out of your day and reading this book. But before you go, here's one more distraction. Remember, ”Life is like a sandwich, no matter which way you flip it, the bread comes first.”
I feel like I'm typing a comic and not a book. Is that bad? Thank you for taking the time out of your day and reading this book. But before you go, here's one more distraction. Remember, ”Life is like a sandwich, no matter which way you flip it, the bread comes first.”
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