Can someone check this and make sure it sounds good and dosent have any grammar or spelling mistakes...or if there is anything I can put to make it better. Thanks. Peace.
My Dad
The resemblance is obvious all over the bottom half of my face. My father sat beside me at my sister’s wedding reception and everyone kept telling us how much we looked alike. I never would have thought I’d have the chance to meet him much less get to spend so much time with him, but now that I have meet him it feels right it feels like this is how it should have always been.
When I was young my mother would tell me “First God gave me Laura, (my older sister) and then you. Then God gave me a husband and two more little blessings” I didn’t really comprehend what she had meant until I was a little older. I didn’t have the same father as my siblings, finally I had understood but still I was confused. Who then was my father? Where was he? Why hadn’t he been around? I had so many questions and no courage to ask them, besides my mother didn’t like to talk about it. When she did mention him though it would trigger curious excitement inside of me, I wanted to hear as much as she could tell me about him. What was his name, what did he look like, where we the same at all? What I did find out was that he was Hispanic and came from a large family. After that I started checking the box that said “other” on ethnicity because I was half Hispanic and very proud to be so. It made me feel different in a good way. I was different from my siblings and when someone would comment on the fact that I looked nothing like any of them I would smile. No we don’t, I’d think, because I have a different dad.
The day after my cousin’s graduation (when I was seventeen) I received a phone call. I didn’t recognize the name on the caller ID but when I looked at it a strange feeling flooded my stomach. Somehow I had known that something life changing was on the other end, cautiously I answered.
“Hello?” My voice was shaky and weak.
“Hi,” a girl said, “I’m looking for Sandy.”
At first I was confused; no one had called me that since I was little. “Well I’m Sandra,” I said, “Who’s this?”
“Hi Sandra, this is Angela, I guess I’d be your step sister. Your dad told me to call you.”
At this moment I stood up and started walking into the hallway. My mother was beside me and I guess something in my face made her follow me. Who is it? she mouthed to me urgently.
“Your dad wants to meet you.” she said simply like she could snap her fingers and make it happen. I didn’t say anything back to her, I was too shocked. Instead my mother took the phone away from me and demanded to know who was on the other end.
“Well if he wants to meet her, he needs to call her himself.” My mother wailed into the phone before hanging up.
About two minutes later the phone rang. My mother forbade me to follow her as she went outside to talk to my father, the man I’d wanted to meet my whole life whose blood was running through my veins and I wasn’t even allowed to hear what his voice sounded like. I watched her through the living room window as she paced back and fourth across the lawn. It was clear that she was mad and I couldn’t understand why. When she finally came back in the house I begged to know what had been said. All she told me was that my father wanted to meet me, what I had already known. I was overjoyed that he wanted to meet me and I was ready to see him at that very moment.
Three years after that I still hadn’t met him. My stepfather had been enraged at the very idea of it and my mother and I were terrified to upset him. What would happen if I met my biological father, they’d fight, I’d be looked down upon by my siblings, everyone would think I was trying to break up the family? So for years I did nothing, even after I tuned eighteen and my mother gave me his phone number. “You’re an adult now; you can do what you want.” I wanted to meet him more than anything I had ever wanted in my entire life, but I didn’t want to upset anybody.
Throughout those three years I thought about him a lot probably more than I had thought about him all the years before because he had become real to me. Finally I had a name and evidence that my father, my real father was out there somewhere. I was fulfilled in one way because I knew he wanted to meet me and that had been one of the vital questions, but still I hadn’t met him and I was tired of being afraid. What did it really matter if I upset anyone, my mother was getting a divorce, and my siblings could deal with it right? So we talked it over and decided to look him up. We found his mothers address and phone number on the internet (thank goodness she hadn’t moved over the years) and called her about a week before Thanksgiving. They were real, his family, my family, my grandmother and I was getting closer and closer. It took several days and wrong numbers but I finally got his cell phone number.
Still afraid of how my siblGrammar and Spelling mistakes?
if this is an essay then change every ';what's'; to what is.. and every ';it's'; to it is. because those arent suppose to be in formal writing such as essays.Grammar and Spelling mistakes?
';I’d have the chance to meet him much less get to spend so much time with him';
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Check for commas.
I really don't think that you have any spelling or grammar mistakes. Good luck. answer mine?
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Just cut and paste the corrected version I did; minor puncuation and spelling errors , but the story is cut off at the end.....
The resemblance is obvious all over the bottom half of my face. My father sat beside me at my sister’s wedding reception and everyone kept telling us how much we looked alike. I never would have thought I’d have the chance to meet him much less get to spend so much time with him, but now that I have met him it feels right it feels like this is how it should have always been.
When I was young, my mother would tell me: “First God gave me Laura, (my older sister) and then you. Then God gave me a husband and two more little blessings” I didn’t really comprehend what she had meant until I was a little older. I didn’t have the same father as my siblings. Finally I had understood but still I was confused. Who then was my father? Where was he? Why hadn’t he been around? I had so many questions and no courage to ask them; my mother didn’t like to talk about it. When she did mention him though, it would trigger curious excitement inside of me, I wanted to hear as much as she could tell me about him. What was his name, what did he look like, where we the same at all? What I did find out was that he was Hispanic and came from a large family. After that, I started checking the box that said “other” on ethnicity because I was half Hispanic and very proud to be so. It made me feel different in a good way. I was different from my siblings, and when someone would comment on the fact that I looked nothing like any of them, I would smile. No we don’t, I’d think, because I have a different dad.
The day after my cousin’s graduation (when I was seventeen) I received a phone call. I didn’t recognize the name on the caller ID, but when I looked at it a strange feeling flooded my stomach. Somehow, I had known that something life changing was on the other end Cautiously, I answered.
“Hello?” My voice was shaky and weak.
“Hi,” a girl said, “I’m looking for Sandy.”
At first, I was confused; no one had called me that since I was little. “Well, I’m Sandra,” I said, “Who’s this?”
“Hi Sandra, this is Angela, I guess I’d be your step sister. Your dad told me to call you.”
At this moment, I stood up and started walking into the hallway. My mother was beside me and I guess something in my face made her follow me. Who is it? she mouthed to me urgently.
“Your dad wants to meet you.” she said simply, like she could snap her fingers and make it happen. I didn’t say anything back to her; I was too shocked. Instead, my mother took the phone away from me and demanded to know who was on the other end.
“Well if he wants to meet her, he needs to call her himself.” My mother wailed into the phone before hanging up.
About two minutes later, the phone rang. My mother forbade me to follow her as she went outside to talk to my father, the man I’d wanted to meet my whole life, whose blood was running through my veins and I wasn’t even allowed to hear what his voice sounded like. I watched her through the living room window as she paced back and fourth across the lawn. It was clear that she was mad and I couldn’t understand why. When she finally came back in the house, I begged to know what had been said. All she told me was that my father wanted to meet me, something I had already known. I was overjoyed that he wanted to meet me, and I was ready to see him at that very moment.
Three years after that, I still hadn’t met him. My stepfather had been enraged at the very idea of it, and my mother and I were terrified to upset him. What would happen if I met my biological father, they’d fight, I’d be looked down upon by my siblings, everyone would think I was trying to break up the family? So for years I did nothing, even after I turned eighteen and my mother gave me his phone number. “You’re an adult now; you can do what you want.” I wanted to meet him more than anything I had ever wanted in my entire life, but I didn’t want to upset anybody.
Throughout those three years I thought about him a lot probably more than I had thought about him all the years before because he had become real to me. Finally I had a name and evidence that my father, my real father was out there somewhere. I was fulfilled in one way because I knew he wanted to meet me and that had been one of the vital questions, but still I hadn’t met him and I was tired of being afraid. What did it really matter if I upset anyone, my mother was getting a divorce, and my siblings could deal with it right? So we talked it over and decided to look him up. We found his mother's address and phone number on the internet (thank goodness she hadn’t moved over the years) and called her about a week before Thanksgiving. They were real, his family, my family, my grandmother and I was getting closer and closer. It took several days and wrong numbers but I finally got his cell phone number.
Still afraid of how my sibl
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Do you think that I wrote this scene well?
The scene takes place way into the book, so you're going to be a little confused. Sorry about that. Basically my main character is being dragged of to jail. A huge fight scene occurs before this.
I don't know, this scene was just difficult to write. Well, that's not true. It actually came very naturally but I'm not sure that I captured the right tone. What do you think? Please give me your feedback, this a very important scene.
Oh, and I apalogize if there are any spelling or grammar errors. I'm not perfect and neither is spell check. And I haven't had my mom edit this part yet :)
Scene
She grabbed my hand and began pulling me back in the direction of the forest.
We did it! The thought flashed bright and triumphant in my mind. We’re going to get away! The hope fueled my strength just as the anger had.
And then something grabbed my ankle and I plummeted downward. “Holly!” I shrieked. Holly spun and grabbed my hand, holding tightly onto hit, trying to drag me towards her. But the vampire was too strong and he was holding both of my ankles, rather than just one of my sweaty hands, and he pulled me back towards him. And then his partner joined him and I knew that there was no hope. The strength drained from me faster than a shooting star streaking across the night sky.
My eyes met Holly’s and I knew that she saw something in them. Her eyes widened in panic and tears began to stream from them. “No! Lily, please don’t.”
She dug her finger nails into the back of my hand and gave a mighty tug. But it made no difference. Her hair stuck to her cheeks that were coated with sweat and tears and smears of blood. Whether the blood was mine or hers I knew not.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered and let my hand slip out of hers.
Her scream of shock and rage and betrayal was more painful than anything I had ever felt. It cut me like a knife. It burned me like fire. I buried my head into my chest as the vampire scooped me up and threw me into the back of the metal thing.
“Say goodbye to your little friend, witch,” the vampire hissed, his eyes glinting in the semi darkness. I dragged myself across the icy metal floor and put my face as close to his as I dared.
“Don’t you dare hurt her,” I growled. The vampire laughed. The moment he stopped his face grew grave and his eyes seemed to glaze over.
“We don’t hurt the innocent,” he said. “She has no blood on her hands.”
I pulled myself into the corner and watched as the beam of light grew smaller as the door swung shut. I heard the cold laughter of the vampires, heard the screams of triumph from the crowd, and heard something else. A scream that came from Holly’s throat. She was screaming my name.
“No! Lily, no! Please! Please, don’t give up!” Her screams grew louder and increasingly frantic as the beam of light grew smaller. “NO! LILY! LILY! FIGHT! FIGHT, DAMN IT! LILY!”
The last thing I saw was a flash of her face before the door closed and I was plummeted into complete darkness. I buried my face into my knees and let the hot tears stream down my face. They were taking me away, taking me to a place what I couldn’t hurt anyone anymore. Including Holly.
I could still hear her muffled screams even with the door shut. I drew myself close to the door and pressed my ear and palm against it, imagining that my palm was touching hers. I squeezed my fist together, imagining that my fingers were knotting around hers.
“I’m so sorry, Holly,” I whispered, knowing that there was no way that she would hear me. “You’ll never know how sorry I am.” There was a loud boom and the wall that I was leaning against shook violently. Holly had thrown herself against the door in a desperate attempt to break it down.
“NO!” I screamed, pounding on the door with my fists. “STOP IT, HOLLY! STOP IT! YOU’LL HURT YOURSELF!”
“Lily!” she gasped and pounded on the door back to me. “Lily, I’m coming for you, I promise.”
“No, Holly, don’t!”
“I am! I’m coming, I promise.”
“Don’t!” I shouted. “Please, don’t!”
“Lily, I love you! I’m not going to let them take you away from me!”
“No! If you really love me you’ll let them take me. Promise me that you won’t come.”
There was silence on the other side.
“Promise!”
“I promise.” Holly’s voice was thick with tears. I heard her sob and lean against the wall. I sobbed loudly and leaned against the wall too.
“I love you too, Holly,” I whispered. I couldn’t hear anything but Holly’s sobs. There was a soft bumping sound as something small pressed against the metal wall separating us. Her hand. I closed my eyes and pressed my palm to where the sound had come from, to where hers was. I imagined that I could feel her soft skin against mine; that I could curl my fingers down to lock them with hers.
The metal cart gave a shutter and I could feel it roll forward. Holly’s sobs ceased and I could hear her screaming again.
Something occurred to me in the moments before I passed out cold on the floor of the cart that was dragging me away. That wDo you think that I wrote this scene well?
that was intense!
i have a few suggestions:
when you say ';hot tears,'; i imagine like...something other than what i think you're trying to convey. maybe just say tears, or even ';burning'; tears.. something along those line.
and when it says: “I promise.” Holly’s voice was thick with tears. I heard her sob and lean against the wall. I sobbed loudly and leaned against the wall too.
I think you should say something like...:
“I promise.” Holly’s voice was thick with tears. I heard her sob and lean against the wall. I too sobbed and leaned toward the wall....and then go on to say why... something like: for i knew our future would never be the same. or something (i'm no writer!)
and the last thing:
I couldn’t hear anything but Holly’s sobs.
i think it would sound better if you said:
I could hear nothing but Holly's sobs.
hope it helped a bit (:
i really liked the scene, too!
edit:
p.s. i would love to see the finished product (:Do you think that I wrote this scene well?
hmm, seems like there's a too much excess that you don't need and throw in more detail (e.g. ';metal thing';) however, i really thought it was interesting and i'd love to read something like this! are lily and holly actually in love or is it friend love? if they are in love i want to know more about it! i've never been able to find a book like that yet! don't stop writing!
I thought it was really good! I love your descriptions. I don't think it's excess. I actually like the detail.
I don't know if I've said this before, but I'm definitely seeing some Stephenie Meyer influence here. You have a great writing style, and I really think you did a good job with this scene. The only thing is that you SHOULD probably give a more specific description of ';the metal thing';.
Happy writing, and good luck with your book :)
Livvy
I don't know, this scene was just difficult to write. Well, that's not true. It actually came very naturally but I'm not sure that I captured the right tone. What do you think? Please give me your feedback, this a very important scene.
Oh, and I apalogize if there are any spelling or grammar errors. I'm not perfect and neither is spell check. And I haven't had my mom edit this part yet :)
Scene
She grabbed my hand and began pulling me back in the direction of the forest.
We did it! The thought flashed bright and triumphant in my mind. We’re going to get away! The hope fueled my strength just as the anger had.
And then something grabbed my ankle and I plummeted downward. “Holly!” I shrieked. Holly spun and grabbed my hand, holding tightly onto hit, trying to drag me towards her. But the vampire was too strong and he was holding both of my ankles, rather than just one of my sweaty hands, and he pulled me back towards him. And then his partner joined him and I knew that there was no hope. The strength drained from me faster than a shooting star streaking across the night sky.
My eyes met Holly’s and I knew that she saw something in them. Her eyes widened in panic and tears began to stream from them. “No! Lily, please don’t.”
She dug her finger nails into the back of my hand and gave a mighty tug. But it made no difference. Her hair stuck to her cheeks that were coated with sweat and tears and smears of blood. Whether the blood was mine or hers I knew not.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered and let my hand slip out of hers.
Her scream of shock and rage and betrayal was more painful than anything I had ever felt. It cut me like a knife. It burned me like fire. I buried my head into my chest as the vampire scooped me up and threw me into the back of the metal thing.
“Say goodbye to your little friend, witch,” the vampire hissed, his eyes glinting in the semi darkness. I dragged myself across the icy metal floor and put my face as close to his as I dared.
“Don’t you dare hurt her,” I growled. The vampire laughed. The moment he stopped his face grew grave and his eyes seemed to glaze over.
“We don’t hurt the innocent,” he said. “She has no blood on her hands.”
I pulled myself into the corner and watched as the beam of light grew smaller as the door swung shut. I heard the cold laughter of the vampires, heard the screams of triumph from the crowd, and heard something else. A scream that came from Holly’s throat. She was screaming my name.
“No! Lily, no! Please! Please, don’t give up!” Her screams grew louder and increasingly frantic as the beam of light grew smaller. “NO! LILY! LILY! FIGHT! FIGHT, DAMN IT! LILY!”
The last thing I saw was a flash of her face before the door closed and I was plummeted into complete darkness. I buried my face into my knees and let the hot tears stream down my face. They were taking me away, taking me to a place what I couldn’t hurt anyone anymore. Including Holly.
I could still hear her muffled screams even with the door shut. I drew myself close to the door and pressed my ear and palm against it, imagining that my palm was touching hers. I squeezed my fist together, imagining that my fingers were knotting around hers.
“I’m so sorry, Holly,” I whispered, knowing that there was no way that she would hear me. “You’ll never know how sorry I am.” There was a loud boom and the wall that I was leaning against shook violently. Holly had thrown herself against the door in a desperate attempt to break it down.
“NO!” I screamed, pounding on the door with my fists. “STOP IT, HOLLY! STOP IT! YOU’LL HURT YOURSELF!”
“Lily!” she gasped and pounded on the door back to me. “Lily, I’m coming for you, I promise.”
“No, Holly, don’t!”
“I am! I’m coming, I promise.”
“Don’t!” I shouted. “Please, don’t!”
“Lily, I love you! I’m not going to let them take you away from me!”
“No! If you really love me you’ll let them take me. Promise me that you won’t come.”
There was silence on the other side.
“Promise!”
“I promise.” Holly’s voice was thick with tears. I heard her sob and lean against the wall. I sobbed loudly and leaned against the wall too.
“I love you too, Holly,” I whispered. I couldn’t hear anything but Holly’s sobs. There was a soft bumping sound as something small pressed against the metal wall separating us. Her hand. I closed my eyes and pressed my palm to where the sound had come from, to where hers was. I imagined that I could feel her soft skin against mine; that I could curl my fingers down to lock them with hers.
The metal cart gave a shutter and I could feel it roll forward. Holly’s sobs ceased and I could hear her screaming again.
Something occurred to me in the moments before I passed out cold on the floor of the cart that was dragging me away. That wDo you think that I wrote this scene well?
that was intense!
i have a few suggestions:
when you say ';hot tears,'; i imagine like...something other than what i think you're trying to convey. maybe just say tears, or even ';burning'; tears.. something along those line.
and when it says: “I promise.” Holly’s voice was thick with tears. I heard her sob and lean against the wall. I sobbed loudly and leaned against the wall too.
I think you should say something like...:
“I promise.” Holly’s voice was thick with tears. I heard her sob and lean against the wall. I too sobbed and leaned toward the wall....and then go on to say why... something like: for i knew our future would never be the same. or something (i'm no writer!)
and the last thing:
I couldn’t hear anything but Holly’s sobs.
i think it would sound better if you said:
I could hear nothing but Holly's sobs.
hope it helped a bit (:
i really liked the scene, too!
edit:
p.s. i would love to see the finished product (:Do you think that I wrote this scene well?
hmm, seems like there's a too much excess that you don't need and throw in more detail (e.g. ';metal thing';) however, i really thought it was interesting and i'd love to read something like this! are lily and holly actually in love or is it friend love? if they are in love i want to know more about it! i've never been able to find a book like that yet! don't stop writing!
I thought it was really good! I love your descriptions. I don't think it's excess. I actually like the detail.
I don't know if I've said this before, but I'm definitely seeing some Stephenie Meyer influence here. You have a great writing style, and I really think you did a good job with this scene. The only thing is that you SHOULD probably give a more specific description of ';the metal thing';.
Happy writing, and good luck with your book :)
Livvy
How is this for the beginning of a story?
A sea of dark curls flow as I release the red cap from my head. Staring back at me in the mirror is a girl with porcelain skin, deep brown eyes, and thick curls formulating her eerie face. That girl isn't me. She couldn't be me. I never thought of her as me. The way her beauty looked back at me like a bullet just waiting to be loaded. So I kept staring. Waiting for the girl to come out. Waiting for her to kill me in an instant. But she wouldn't. She just stared back at me.
I stand in my dark bedroom trying to figuring something out. The grayness from outside my bedroom windows penetrates my bedroom, bringing in a depressing glow. My fingers is on the white Victorian dresser, tapping it excessively. I tap when I'm nervous. It drives people crazy, but I don't care. It's my coping mechanism. Especially since I won't be living in Kansas anymore. I'm going to be moving to some school in the Upper East called Preston.
When I first got the news that I was moving to Preston I wanted to scream. Not in a girly way that indicate you're happy. But in a way that makes your skin crawl and your blood curdle. Preston was not a school I wanted to go to. I heard about it at my old school Smithdale High. Abbey Gray told me it's a death sentence. I believe her. I've read reviews about the school online and most of them haven't been good. The school has a ten out of ten rating thanks to the state of New York, but people who are smart knows it's bad. People like me. Just looking at the tall school encrusted with stones and vines made u stomach lurch. The windows staring at me like eyes and the door jutting open like a mouth. It was waiting for me to come inside. And I was going to have to deal with it.
I turn back to the girl in the mirror and look at her once more. Her expression is emotionless and her eyes are wordless. I feel a cold shiver go down my spine as I touch the reflection. The glass is cold against my pale fingers and the surface of the mirror is hard as a rock. The girl does the same thing as I do. Her perfect fingers tracing the glass, her deep brown eyes still looking lifeless. There was something about her that wasn't happy. Sadness and emptiness tided her precious face. She was like a ghost. A ghost who was waiting to be properly buried knowing that it wasn't ever going to be buried properly.
';Juliet!'; I suddenly hear my mother call. ';Get your things and be ready! You're gonna miss the train.';
Oh, yeah. I had to take the train to New York. How old fashion. It makes me think of those old time movies where you have to ride on a train to get to a destination. I was actually looking forward to riding the train. I hadn't ridden on one before. The only time I saw a train was in the Harry Potter movies. I'm from Kansas so you don't see a lot of trains. Just vast openings and the sky that seems to touch the ground. I love Kansas. Kansas is my home and a place where I feel most comfortable with. I even love school. I get along more with the teachers because I'm smarter than the average student. I have an usually high GPA that will stump Ivy League students. That's why my parents decided to enroll me at Preston. They felt that Smithdale was holding me back. If anything, Preston might hold me back. I don't know anyone at that school and I don't plan on it. I just want to sit in Mrs. Spelling's AP Literature class and take notes. Spelling isn't her real name, she just said it is to make her teaching job ironic. Her real last name is Abraham. I can see why she would want to change it.
I like Mrs. Spelling. She's an older woman about in her early sixties. You would think she would be retired by now, but she's not. Unlike most teachers, she actually likes her job. Since all my grandparents are dead, I see her as my grandma. She's a cute old lady with gray hair and pale skin. She's pretty short. About five-two. I sometimes have to walk her to her classes just so she wouldn't trip. Surprisingly she has early onset Alzheimer's. You would think they would fire her or something, but she's still working. And that's why I admire her. I'm planning on being a teacher when I grow up. Helping out the little kids and trouble teenagers as if they were my own. That was my dream job. Every time I would tell a fellow classmate about it, they would just laugh. Most of the students are either dumb or have some sort of disability. My best friend Megan is dyslexic, so I have to tutor her in English everyday. I don't mind it thought because it gives me a head start on teaching.
I'm going to miss Megan the most. She's tall, has long red hair, and piercing blue eyes. Every guy thinks she's hot. Which she is. You have to be blind to not think she's beautiful. I wish I was as beautiful as her. Then I would have more friends and a boyfriend.
I'm a littHow is this for the beginning of a story?
I freaking love it!!!! I really want to read the whole story! Is there a way i can? Just email me or whatever haha. But WOW its such a great starting. And i think you have a great talent in writing! :)
I stand in my dark bedroom trying to figuring something out. The grayness from outside my bedroom windows penetrates my bedroom, bringing in a depressing glow. My fingers is on the white Victorian dresser, tapping it excessively. I tap when I'm nervous. It drives people crazy, but I don't care. It's my coping mechanism. Especially since I won't be living in Kansas anymore. I'm going to be moving to some school in the Upper East called Preston.
When I first got the news that I was moving to Preston I wanted to scream. Not in a girly way that indicate you're happy. But in a way that makes your skin crawl and your blood curdle. Preston was not a school I wanted to go to. I heard about it at my old school Smithdale High. Abbey Gray told me it's a death sentence. I believe her. I've read reviews about the school online and most of them haven't been good. The school has a ten out of ten rating thanks to the state of New York, but people who are smart knows it's bad. People like me. Just looking at the tall school encrusted with stones and vines made u stomach lurch. The windows staring at me like eyes and the door jutting open like a mouth. It was waiting for me to come inside. And I was going to have to deal with it.
I turn back to the girl in the mirror and look at her once more. Her expression is emotionless and her eyes are wordless. I feel a cold shiver go down my spine as I touch the reflection. The glass is cold against my pale fingers and the surface of the mirror is hard as a rock. The girl does the same thing as I do. Her perfect fingers tracing the glass, her deep brown eyes still looking lifeless. There was something about her that wasn't happy. Sadness and emptiness tided her precious face. She was like a ghost. A ghost who was waiting to be properly buried knowing that it wasn't ever going to be buried properly.
';Juliet!'; I suddenly hear my mother call. ';Get your things and be ready! You're gonna miss the train.';
Oh, yeah. I had to take the train to New York. How old fashion. It makes me think of those old time movies where you have to ride on a train to get to a destination. I was actually looking forward to riding the train. I hadn't ridden on one before. The only time I saw a train was in the Harry Potter movies. I'm from Kansas so you don't see a lot of trains. Just vast openings and the sky that seems to touch the ground. I love Kansas. Kansas is my home and a place where I feel most comfortable with. I even love school. I get along more with the teachers because I'm smarter than the average student. I have an usually high GPA that will stump Ivy League students. That's why my parents decided to enroll me at Preston. They felt that Smithdale was holding me back. If anything, Preston might hold me back. I don't know anyone at that school and I don't plan on it. I just want to sit in Mrs. Spelling's AP Literature class and take notes. Spelling isn't her real name, she just said it is to make her teaching job ironic. Her real last name is Abraham. I can see why she would want to change it.
I like Mrs. Spelling. She's an older woman about in her early sixties. You would think she would be retired by now, but she's not. Unlike most teachers, she actually likes her job. Since all my grandparents are dead, I see her as my grandma. She's a cute old lady with gray hair and pale skin. She's pretty short. About five-two. I sometimes have to walk her to her classes just so she wouldn't trip. Surprisingly she has early onset Alzheimer's. You would think they would fire her or something, but she's still working. And that's why I admire her. I'm planning on being a teacher when I grow up. Helping out the little kids and trouble teenagers as if they were my own. That was my dream job. Every time I would tell a fellow classmate about it, they would just laugh. Most of the students are either dumb or have some sort of disability. My best friend Megan is dyslexic, so I have to tutor her in English everyday. I don't mind it thought because it gives me a head start on teaching.
I'm going to miss Megan the most. She's tall, has long red hair, and piercing blue eyes. Every guy thinks she's hot. Which she is. You have to be blind to not think she's beautiful. I wish I was as beautiful as her. Then I would have more friends and a boyfriend.
I'm a littHow is this for the beginning of a story?
I freaking love it!!!! I really want to read the whole story! Is there a way i can? Just email me or whatever haha. But WOW its such a great starting. And i think you have a great talent in writing! :)
Kentuck Wildcat fans. In two days your are going to get to meet Mr. Glen Dorsey. Do you know how badass he is
HOW BAD IS GLENN DORSEY ?
Glenn Dorsey visited the Virgin Islands , now they're just called ';The Islands.';
Glenn Dorsey grinds his coffee with his teeth and boils the water with his own rage.
Dorsey invented giraffes by uppercutting horses.
There are no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, Glenn Dorsey lives in Baton Rouge .
Glenn Dorsey's poo smells like Armani Aqua de Gio.
When GD is around, jet planes do not need fuel. Dorsey simply picks them up with his index finger and throws them to their destination.
Glenn Dorsey's tears cure cancer. Unfortunately it is impossible to make him cry.
There is no theory of evolution. Just a list of creatures Glenn Dorsey has allowed to live.
When Glenn Dorsey speaks, everybody listens.
And then dies...
If you spell ';Glenn Dorsey'; in Scrabble, you win. Forever.
Glenn Dorsey completes a sudoku puzzle in each huddle.
Every time Glenn Dorsey makes a quarterback cry, an angel gets its wings.
Glenn Dorsey's Helment wears Glenn Dorsey for protection!!!
Glenn Dorsey sees dead people...and kills them again.
Chuck Norris played @$$ kickers in movies and TV shows before challenging Glenn Dorsey. Now he's only capable of making bad infomercials.
The popular videogame ';Doom'; is based loosely around the time Satan borrowed two bucks from Dorsey and forgot to pay him back.
If you were to lock Dorsey in a room with a guitar, a year later you would have the greatest album ever, it would sweep the Grammy's. When asked why he doesn't do this Dorsey replied ';Because Grammy's are for queers.'; Then he ate a knife to show the seriousness of his response.
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is based on a true story: Dorsey once swallowed a turtle whole, and when he crapped it out, the turtle was six feet tall and had learned karate.
Saban won with Glenn Dorsey's players.
Dorsey once ate three 72 oz. steaks in one hour. He spent the first 45 minutes having sex with his waitress
When taking the SAT, write ';Dorsey'; for every answer. You will score a 1600.
Katrina didn't hurt New Orleans....Glenn Dorsey farted..........
Out of the world's ten ';badest bad asses';, Glenn Dorsey receives Christmas presents from nine of them.
Dorsey once challenged Lance Armstrong in a ';Who has more testicles?'; contest. Dorsey won by 5.
The grass is always greener on the other side, unless Dorsey has been there. In that case the grass is most likely soaked in blood and tears.
Four words you will never hear Glenn Dorsey say: ';Don't taser me, bro.';.
Glenn Dorsey CAN believe it's not butter!
If you Google search ';Dorsey getting his butt kicked'; you will generate zero results. It just doesn't happen.
Glenn Dorsey was Luke's father
When Bruce Banner gets mad, he turns into the Hulk. When the Hulk gets mad, he turns into Glenn Dorsey.
Tebow had to ask Glenn Dorsey permission to kiss his Boyfriend.
Glenn Dorsey wrote an amazing book called ';A Brief History of Time'; but Stephen Hawking stole the rough draft and sold 9 million copies of it with his name on it... Yeah... We all saw what happened to him.Kentuck Wildcat fans. In two days your are going to get to meet Mr. Glen Dorsey. Do you know how badass he is
hurricane- did you really just say that Glen Dorsey was over rated and got dominated by a freshman O-line? HA HA HA! Did you not watch the Florida game or are you totally void of any semblance of football knowledge? Double and triple teamed every single play, he still caused mass chaos for the offensive line. He pushed 300 lb men around like they were 12 girls. How stupid are you??Kentuck Wildcat fans. In two days your are going to get to meet Mr. Glen Dorsey. Do you know how badass he is
In Lexington they're still whining about that Gamecock **** whoopin.
Dorsey is good but overrated........he was pretty much controlled by a frosh OL vs. UF
For the previous answers before mine... If Glenn Dorsey is such a dumba$$, and is controlled so easily by a young OL, why do PROFESSIONAL sports analysts at ESPN and Fox Sports consider him one of the top players in the country? I think he's a raging bada$$.
Tommie Harris would slap Dorsey around like a red-headed step-child!
Dude i like LSU, but you just took every Chuck Norris joke ever made and substituted in Glenn Dorsey... Seriously though, its gonna be a great game... But i do NOT see Kentucky walkin away with this one... LSU-31 UK-24
LSUBalls. Admit it. LSU is a dim-witted school. You can't structure your paragraph. Perhaps, you are dim-witted
Go Tulane
We'll JOhn B I'm glad yoyu got to watch atleast one half of football this year(LSU vs Tulane) where your school played like it was their damn super bowl and then fell apart. Your ignorant. Love those Tigers!!
Do you have some sort of crush on this Glen Dorsey guy? Who is this I would like to know never heard of him!
Glenn Dorsey visited the Virgin Islands , now they're just called ';The Islands.';
Glenn Dorsey grinds his coffee with his teeth and boils the water with his own rage.
Dorsey invented giraffes by uppercutting horses.
There are no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, Glenn Dorsey lives in Baton Rouge .
Glenn Dorsey's poo smells like Armani Aqua de Gio.
When GD is around, jet planes do not need fuel. Dorsey simply picks them up with his index finger and throws them to their destination.
Glenn Dorsey's tears cure cancer. Unfortunately it is impossible to make him cry.
There is no theory of evolution. Just a list of creatures Glenn Dorsey has allowed to live.
When Glenn Dorsey speaks, everybody listens.
And then dies...
If you spell ';Glenn Dorsey'; in Scrabble, you win. Forever.
Glenn Dorsey completes a sudoku puzzle in each huddle.
Every time Glenn Dorsey makes a quarterback cry, an angel gets its wings.
Glenn Dorsey's Helment wears Glenn Dorsey for protection!!!
Glenn Dorsey sees dead people...and kills them again.
Chuck Norris played @$$ kickers in movies and TV shows before challenging Glenn Dorsey. Now he's only capable of making bad infomercials.
The popular videogame ';Doom'; is based loosely around the time Satan borrowed two bucks from Dorsey and forgot to pay him back.
If you were to lock Dorsey in a room with a guitar, a year later you would have the greatest album ever, it would sweep the Grammy's. When asked why he doesn't do this Dorsey replied ';Because Grammy's are for queers.'; Then he ate a knife to show the seriousness of his response.
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is based on a true story: Dorsey once swallowed a turtle whole, and when he crapped it out, the turtle was six feet tall and had learned karate.
Saban won with Glenn Dorsey's players.
Dorsey once ate three 72 oz. steaks in one hour. He spent the first 45 minutes having sex with his waitress
When taking the SAT, write ';Dorsey'; for every answer. You will score a 1600.
Katrina didn't hurt New Orleans....Glenn Dorsey farted..........
Out of the world's ten ';badest bad asses';, Glenn Dorsey receives Christmas presents from nine of them.
Dorsey once challenged Lance Armstrong in a ';Who has more testicles?'; contest. Dorsey won by 5.
The grass is always greener on the other side, unless Dorsey has been there. In that case the grass is most likely soaked in blood and tears.
Four words you will never hear Glenn Dorsey say: ';Don't taser me, bro.';.
Glenn Dorsey CAN believe it's not butter!
If you Google search ';Dorsey getting his butt kicked'; you will generate zero results. It just doesn't happen.
Glenn Dorsey was Luke's father
When Bruce Banner gets mad, he turns into the Hulk. When the Hulk gets mad, he turns into Glenn Dorsey.
Tebow had to ask Glenn Dorsey permission to kiss his Boyfriend.
Glenn Dorsey wrote an amazing book called ';A Brief History of Time'; but Stephen Hawking stole the rough draft and sold 9 million copies of it with his name on it... Yeah... We all saw what happened to him.Kentuck Wildcat fans. In two days your are going to get to meet Mr. Glen Dorsey. Do you know how badass he is
hurricane- did you really just say that Glen Dorsey was over rated and got dominated by a freshman O-line? HA HA HA! Did you not watch the Florida game or are you totally void of any semblance of football knowledge? Double and triple teamed every single play, he still caused mass chaos for the offensive line. He pushed 300 lb men around like they were 12 girls. How stupid are you??Kentuck Wildcat fans. In two days your are going to get to meet Mr. Glen Dorsey. Do you know how badass he is
In Lexington they're still whining about that Gamecock **** whoopin.
Dorsey is good but overrated........he was pretty much controlled by a frosh OL vs. UF
For the previous answers before mine... If Glenn Dorsey is such a dumba$$, and is controlled so easily by a young OL, why do PROFESSIONAL sports analysts at ESPN and Fox Sports consider him one of the top players in the country? I think he's a raging bada$$.
Tommie Harris would slap Dorsey around like a red-headed step-child!
Dude i like LSU, but you just took every Chuck Norris joke ever made and substituted in Glenn Dorsey... Seriously though, its gonna be a great game... But i do NOT see Kentucky walkin away with this one... LSU-31 UK-24
LSUBalls. Admit it. LSU is a dim-witted school. You can't structure your paragraph. Perhaps, you are dim-witted
Go Tulane
We'll JOhn B I'm glad yoyu got to watch atleast one half of football this year(LSU vs Tulane) where your school played like it was their damn super bowl and then fell apart. Your ignorant. Love those Tigers!!
Do you have some sort of crush on this Glen Dorsey guy? Who is this I would like to know never heard of him!
Getting tested for diabetes this week. I have many questions and concerns. Help please.?
Hello. Thank you if you are reading my post and it would be most appreciated if you can answer a few of my concerns.
My mom is finally getting me tested for diabetes. I cried to her and told her some of my symptoms but i didn't tell her they were symptoms of Type 1 diabetes, she just assumed it was diabetes only because i told her i urinate a lot. But now i am worried that when i go to the doctors that the tests will not read that I have diabetes, when I KNOW I have Type 1 diabetes. I know i am no doctor, but i also know i am no hypochondriac.
But I find that the fasting test or the tests where you prick your finger aren't accurate. I want to take a A1C or AC1 test? (what is it called?) because it shows your sugar levels form the past 90 days and i hear it is very accurate. i want to take every test possible so they will show i have Type 1 diabetes, because if the results show i don't, then this will be the only time i get to go to a doctor and get tested.
The reason I am worried that it might not detect my diabetes, is because I've read about people who didn't get diagnosed until the third time they got tested or until they went other numerous times. Plus, I am going to a cheap, local clinic so i am worried about the equipment or the doctor's care. My mom has had a time were she had to go to a different clinic because the doctor gave her wrong results for something she got checked. But i know that if the doctor tells my mom i don't have diabetes, my mom will Just be satisfied with those results and think I exaggerated. I know for sure my diabetes is at a stage of severity.
Additionally, my mom doesn't get the difference between type 1 or 2. Well I am assuming she thinks there is Just one type of diabetes which is type 2 mostly find in obese children. I am not obese and she believes i should cut down on the sugar ever since she now believes I have diabetes, and believes this will control it and make me feel better. When in fact the diabetes I have requires me to take insulin and not Just to Control my diet.
Should i tell my doctor all my symptoms and that I am sure I have Type 1 diabetes (or will he think me a hypochondriac? Or will he get offended that I am self-diagnosing myself?) I don't know what type of an appointment my mom is going to make. Since it's a clinic, I don't want them to scam me or my mom by giving me one measly blood test that shows i have no diabetes.
I know my mom is going to tell me to fast the night before. Should i fast, no matter what tests i take because I know an AC1 or A1C test doesn't require fasting but the other tests do? Should i suggest to the doctor to give me a A 1C or AC1 test, or will he automatically give me One with no extra charge.
Will he charge extra for a urinal tests which aren't accurate but I want to see if I have ketones (i think that's how you spell it) but I don't think I do. Will the doctor supply all the test or will i have to ask him? how do fasting test work? I know I am supposed to fast, then in the morning test myself, but am i supposed to have lemonade or a sugary drink, then get tested and then continue to fast for five hours and get tested in one hour intervals? I really don't want to do that because I think it's inaccurate but then again I do think it's useful.
Will the doctor autmaticlaly ask me for my symptoms? will he explain that the junk food i apparently eat too much of is not the cause of my diabetes? Will the doctor just give me one blood test without talking to me or taking my weight or blood pressure ( i want him to take my blood pressure, my heart rate is always really high) or height. I am worried that base on what my mom makes the appointment on, the doctor will only perform what my mother requested or paid for. I am afraid I won't be able to communicate my symptoms to my doctor. I want so many test made on me but I am afraid the doctor won't perform them on me, and that my mother wouldn't want me to take them either, because they will most likely call for more appointments and money. I also want a UTI test. Should I ask my doctor why i haven't gone into some diabetic coma by now? Can you please help me? Please and Thank you. I am so sorry I sound like a hypochondriac and make my questions redundant but this might be my only chance to get tested for diabetes.Getting tested for diabetes this week. I have many questions and concerns. Help please.?
Ok, make a list of what you want to ask the doctor. S/he can decide what test is worth it and make sure you ask for an explanation if they say no to one of them. I''ll try to answer all your questions as best I can;
';But now i am worried that when i go to the doctors that the tests will not read that I have diabetes, when I KNOW I have Type 1 diabetes. ';
If you are at the severe stage you say you are, it will definitely come back positive. If you have type 1 diabetes then it is very unlikely you will test a false negative. Diabetes is characterised by high blood sugar and will show up in their testing (if you have a fasting test it won't be a finger prick but from the vein. )
But I find that the fasting test or the tests where you prick your finger aren't accurate.
It will be from the vein, ask for a A1c
';Will he charge extra for a urinal tests which aren't accurate but I want to see if I have ketones (i think that's how you spell it) but I don't think I do.'; I am not sure if they charge more but I don't think he will unless you have lost unexplained weight.
';how do fasting test work?';
You don't eat or drink anything but water for 8-12hours before the test
';am i supposed to have lemonade or a sugary drink, then get tested and then continue to fast for five hours and get tested in one hour intervals? I really don't want to do that because I think it's inaccurate but then again I do think it's useful. ';
You mean a GTT. If your doctor wants one then it will be done at the doctors office. They will give you the drink and take blood from the vein. It doesnt take 5 hours but 2 or 3. It is definitely not inaccurate.
Will the doctor automatically ask me for my symptoms?
Yes
will he explain that the junk food i apparently eat too much of is not the cause of my diabetes?
Yes, if type 1 and you ask him
';Will the doctor just give me one blood test without talking to me or taking my weight or blood pressure ( i want him to take my blood pressure, my heart rate is always really high) or height.';
Maybe, mine took blood pressure but not weight, but then all doctors are different. You can always ask.
';I am worried that base on what my mom makes the appointment on, the doctor will only perform what my mother requested or paid for. ';
I'm not familiar with how doctors appt work in US but thats not what happens here. You dont request anything before the appt.
I am afraid I won't be able to communicate my symptoms to my doctor.
Write a list
I want so many test made on me but I am afraid the doctor won't perform them on me, and that my mother wouldn't want me to take them either, because they will most likely call for more appointments and money.
They should at least take a general fasting test that tests for everything - deficiencies, white blood cell count, glucose.
I also want a UTI test.
Ask, I don't see any prob with that.
Should I ask my doctor why i haven't gone into some diabetic coma by now?
Only if you have ketones and high blood sugar.
In summary, you are paying for his/her time and can ask whatever you want of them. They are the trained experts, not you so dont feel silly asking questions. They are there to make sure you are healthy. Make sure you write everything done so you dont forget anything.Getting tested for diabetes this week. I have many questions and concerns. Help please.?
Make a list of any symptoms you have for the doctor.
You will get a finger stick and a blood draw and a urine check.
Fasting means nothing to eat 12 hours before the test.Nothing.
Ask the doctor for a HbA1c test and tell him/her you would like to be tested for a UTI- do you have symptoms of this too? Does it hurt to urinate ? Are you going often but have no urine ?
I wish you the best and hope you are well.
If you had severe type 1 you would be in hospital right now being trained in how to administer insulin injections!!! SO OK! YOU DO NOT HAVE SEVERE TYPE 1!!! get over it!
GTT is what they give pregnant ladies just so they can see them gag and heave then they can give them grief about their gag reflexes and make them do it again in a month!! that is only guaranteed to give everyone taking it a nasty headache and be bittttchy!
HbA1c is blood draw! It is usually done in a panel of other tests on blood so must fast for the other tests. It is only done by itself for quarterly checking of diagnosed diabetics. Other draw panels are done annually.
For diabetic testing they do several panels of blood draw work, urinalysis and physical exam! This is very expensive if we don't have insurance!
Get over the thought that you have TYPE 1 diabetes as most likely you do NOT! The symptoms are exactly the same for either one. And you are acting like a very very spoiled hypochondriac!
if anything, you have type 2. lose the sugar. get a glucose meter and check your blood sugar. test on the arm, it doesn't hurt. high blood sugar causes fatigue.
gee u are a long writer.....clear and simple..im not diabetic but i do know....
Fast the night before ...dont eat after 8pm....only water.........
Tell Doctor All your symptoms.....
The test is called A1C...Hemoglobin A1C to be exact....
Relax...it will be ok.
it won't be your only chance to get tested for diabetes and it takes a couple of tests at separate times to be sure
the finger prick tests show your current glucose level and that can vary a lot the A1C test will show what your average over the last 3 months was.
Don't panic the Doctor will be able to diagnose if your diabetic or not.
My mom is finally getting me tested for diabetes. I cried to her and told her some of my symptoms but i didn't tell her they were symptoms of Type 1 diabetes, she just assumed it was diabetes only because i told her i urinate a lot. But now i am worried that when i go to the doctors that the tests will not read that I have diabetes, when I KNOW I have Type 1 diabetes. I know i am no doctor, but i also know i am no hypochondriac.
But I find that the fasting test or the tests where you prick your finger aren't accurate. I want to take a A1C or AC1 test? (what is it called?) because it shows your sugar levels form the past 90 days and i hear it is very accurate. i want to take every test possible so they will show i have Type 1 diabetes, because if the results show i don't, then this will be the only time i get to go to a doctor and get tested.
The reason I am worried that it might not detect my diabetes, is because I've read about people who didn't get diagnosed until the third time they got tested or until they went other numerous times. Plus, I am going to a cheap, local clinic so i am worried about the equipment or the doctor's care. My mom has had a time were she had to go to a different clinic because the doctor gave her wrong results for something she got checked. But i know that if the doctor tells my mom i don't have diabetes, my mom will Just be satisfied with those results and think I exaggerated. I know for sure my diabetes is at a stage of severity.
Additionally, my mom doesn't get the difference between type 1 or 2. Well I am assuming she thinks there is Just one type of diabetes which is type 2 mostly find in obese children. I am not obese and she believes i should cut down on the sugar ever since she now believes I have diabetes, and believes this will control it and make me feel better. When in fact the diabetes I have requires me to take insulin and not Just to Control my diet.
Should i tell my doctor all my symptoms and that I am sure I have Type 1 diabetes (or will he think me a hypochondriac? Or will he get offended that I am self-diagnosing myself?) I don't know what type of an appointment my mom is going to make. Since it's a clinic, I don't want them to scam me or my mom by giving me one measly blood test that shows i have no diabetes.
I know my mom is going to tell me to fast the night before. Should i fast, no matter what tests i take because I know an AC1 or A1C test doesn't require fasting but the other tests do? Should i suggest to the doctor to give me a A 1C or AC1 test, or will he automatically give me One with no extra charge.
Will he charge extra for a urinal tests which aren't accurate but I want to see if I have ketones (i think that's how you spell it) but I don't think I do. Will the doctor supply all the test or will i have to ask him? how do fasting test work? I know I am supposed to fast, then in the morning test myself, but am i supposed to have lemonade or a sugary drink, then get tested and then continue to fast for five hours and get tested in one hour intervals? I really don't want to do that because I think it's inaccurate but then again I do think it's useful.
Will the doctor autmaticlaly ask me for my symptoms? will he explain that the junk food i apparently eat too much of is not the cause of my diabetes? Will the doctor just give me one blood test without talking to me or taking my weight or blood pressure ( i want him to take my blood pressure, my heart rate is always really high) or height. I am worried that base on what my mom makes the appointment on, the doctor will only perform what my mother requested or paid for. I am afraid I won't be able to communicate my symptoms to my doctor. I want so many test made on me but I am afraid the doctor won't perform them on me, and that my mother wouldn't want me to take them either, because they will most likely call for more appointments and money. I also want a UTI test. Should I ask my doctor why i haven't gone into some diabetic coma by now? Can you please help me? Please and Thank you. I am so sorry I sound like a hypochondriac and make my questions redundant but this might be my only chance to get tested for diabetes.Getting tested for diabetes this week. I have many questions and concerns. Help please.?
Ok, make a list of what you want to ask the doctor. S/he can decide what test is worth it and make sure you ask for an explanation if they say no to one of them. I''ll try to answer all your questions as best I can;
';But now i am worried that when i go to the doctors that the tests will not read that I have diabetes, when I KNOW I have Type 1 diabetes. ';
If you are at the severe stage you say you are, it will definitely come back positive. If you have type 1 diabetes then it is very unlikely you will test a false negative. Diabetes is characterised by high blood sugar and will show up in their testing (if you have a fasting test it won't be a finger prick but from the vein. )
But I find that the fasting test or the tests where you prick your finger aren't accurate.
It will be from the vein, ask for a A1c
';Will he charge extra for a urinal tests which aren't accurate but I want to see if I have ketones (i think that's how you spell it) but I don't think I do.'; I am not sure if they charge more but I don't think he will unless you have lost unexplained weight.
';how do fasting test work?';
You don't eat or drink anything but water for 8-12hours before the test
';am i supposed to have lemonade or a sugary drink, then get tested and then continue to fast for five hours and get tested in one hour intervals? I really don't want to do that because I think it's inaccurate but then again I do think it's useful. ';
You mean a GTT. If your doctor wants one then it will be done at the doctors office. They will give you the drink and take blood from the vein. It doesnt take 5 hours but 2 or 3. It is definitely not inaccurate.
Will the doctor automatically ask me for my symptoms?
Yes
will he explain that the junk food i apparently eat too much of is not the cause of my diabetes?
Yes, if type 1 and you ask him
';Will the doctor just give me one blood test without talking to me or taking my weight or blood pressure ( i want him to take my blood pressure, my heart rate is always really high) or height.';
Maybe, mine took blood pressure but not weight, but then all doctors are different. You can always ask.
';I am worried that base on what my mom makes the appointment on, the doctor will only perform what my mother requested or paid for. ';
I'm not familiar with how doctors appt work in US but thats not what happens here. You dont request anything before the appt.
I am afraid I won't be able to communicate my symptoms to my doctor.
Write a list
I want so many test made on me but I am afraid the doctor won't perform them on me, and that my mother wouldn't want me to take them either, because they will most likely call for more appointments and money.
They should at least take a general fasting test that tests for everything - deficiencies, white blood cell count, glucose.
I also want a UTI test.
Ask, I don't see any prob with that.
Should I ask my doctor why i haven't gone into some diabetic coma by now?
Only if you have ketones and high blood sugar.
In summary, you are paying for his/her time and can ask whatever you want of them. They are the trained experts, not you so dont feel silly asking questions. They are there to make sure you are healthy. Make sure you write everything done so you dont forget anything.Getting tested for diabetes this week. I have many questions and concerns. Help please.?
Make a list of any symptoms you have for the doctor.
You will get a finger stick and a blood draw and a urine check.
Fasting means nothing to eat 12 hours before the test.Nothing.
Ask the doctor for a HbA1c test and tell him/her you would like to be tested for a UTI- do you have symptoms of this too? Does it hurt to urinate ? Are you going often but have no urine ?
I wish you the best and hope you are well.
If you had severe type 1 you would be in hospital right now being trained in how to administer insulin injections!!! SO OK! YOU DO NOT HAVE SEVERE TYPE 1!!! get over it!
GTT is what they give pregnant ladies just so they can see them gag and heave then they can give them grief about their gag reflexes and make them do it again in a month!! that is only guaranteed to give everyone taking it a nasty headache and be bittttchy!
HbA1c is blood draw! It is usually done in a panel of other tests on blood so must fast for the other tests. It is only done by itself for quarterly checking of diagnosed diabetics. Other draw panels are done annually.
For diabetic testing they do several panels of blood draw work, urinalysis and physical exam! This is very expensive if we don't have insurance!
Get over the thought that you have TYPE 1 diabetes as most likely you do NOT! The symptoms are exactly the same for either one. And you are acting like a very very spoiled hypochondriac!
if anything, you have type 2. lose the sugar. get a glucose meter and check your blood sugar. test on the arm, it doesn't hurt. high blood sugar causes fatigue.
gee u are a long writer.....clear and simple..im not diabetic but i do know....
Fast the night before ...dont eat after 8pm....only water.........
Tell Doctor All your symptoms.....
The test is called A1C...Hemoglobin A1C to be exact....
Relax...it will be ok.
it won't be your only chance to get tested for diabetes and it takes a couple of tests at separate times to be sure
the finger prick tests show your current glucose level and that can vary a lot the A1C test will show what your average over the last 3 months was.
Don't panic the Doctor will be able to diagnose if your diabetic or not.
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I scream in frustration, but don鈥檛 slow down. My body doesn鈥檛 dare stop. During my act of frustration, I loose my balance, tripping over my own feet.
My body goes falling forward, and slams hard into the cold, hard ground. I don鈥檛 want to get up, I want to stay on the ground forever and forget the twisted world around me. But the thick liquid that runs down my face forces me to lift my head up.
I climb on my hands and knees, looking down to the floor, and there lays a puddle of a thick, red liquid. More of the liquid drips from my face, landing in the puddle with a drip.
Blood.
My stomach turns, and nausea overcomes me. My shaking body slowly rises from the ground, lifeless and limp. I take a heaving breath in, filling my burning lung, and exhale in a shriek.
My shrieking finally shimmers down to a soft sob. Wrapping my arms around my torso, I hobble forward鈥ooking for him.
I venture forward aimlessly, for what seems like an eternity. Soon, the sense of somebody watching me is overpowering. My body stops in it鈥檚 tracks, I wipe my tear stained face with the back of my hand, and slowly turn around.
And there he is.
I gasp at his image, and automatically start to finger the necklace that lays at the hallow of my neck.
I stagger forward, extending my hand towards him, reaching for him. His ocean blue eyes sparkle as he moves towards me, his midnight hair swaying with every movement of his body.
I rush towards him, as I get closer to him I come closer to hope.
I am no more than 5 feet from him when the floor seems to disappear from under my feet. My body feels light and weightless, I kick and grab at the air, desperate not to loose him again.
I shriek as he disappears above me, and darkness wraps it鈥檚 hands around me, pulling me downward. His hand is extended toward me, reaching for me. I desperately try to grab his hand, but it鈥檚 useless. I let the darkness overtake me.
And I fall.
PLEASE tell my how i can improve this! and what r your thoughts on it?
and yes i know there are ALOT of spelling misstakes, sorry about that!
THANK YOU!!!
:DYour thoughts on what i wrote?? How can i improve it?
i think if you want to be more realistic you would not have the person drip that much blood. if the puddle is big [if thats what you imagine] the person would not have enough blood to live, to much splattered on the floor would leave your main character dead. but thats for realism, this seems like a dream.php hosting windows xp
I run till my lungs feel like they might burst. My muscles strain and tighten There鈥檚 a stabbing pain in my back. But I can鈥檛 find him.
I run harder and faster, pushing myself to the edge of insanity.
He鈥檚 nowhere to be seen.
I scream in frustration, but don鈥檛 slow down. My body doesn鈥檛 dare stop. During my act of frustration, I loose my balance, tripping over my own feet.
My body goes falling forward, and slams hard into the cold, hard ground. I don鈥檛 want to get up, I want to stay on the ground forever and forget the twisted world around me. But the thick liquid that runs down my face forces me to lift my head up.
I climb on my hands and knees, looking down to the floor, and there lays a puddle of a thick, red liquid. More of the liquid drips from my face, landing in the puddle with a drip.
Blood.
My stomach turns, and nausea overcomes me. My shaking body slowly rises from the ground, lifeless and limp. I take a heaving breath in, filling my burning lung, and exhale in a shriek.
My shrieking finally shimmers down to a soft sob. Wrapping my arms around my torso, I hobble forward鈥ooking for him.
I venture forward aimlessly, for what seems like an eternity. Soon, the sense of somebody watching me is overpowering. My body stops in it鈥檚 tracks, I wipe my tear stained face with the back of my hand, and slowly turn around.
And there he is.
I gasp at his image, and automatically start to finger the necklace that lays at the hallow of my neck.
I stagger forward, extending my hand towards him, reaching for him. His ocean blue eyes sparkle as he moves towards me, his midnight hair swaying with every movement of his body.
I rush towards him, as I get closer to him I come closer to hope.
I am no more than 5 feet from him when the floor seems to disappear from under my feet. My body feels light and weightless, I kick and grab at the air, desperate not to loose him again.
I shriek as he disappears above me, and darkness wraps it鈥檚 hands around me, pulling me downward. His hand is extended toward me, reaching for me. I desperately try to grab his hand, but it鈥檚 useless. I let the darkness overtake me.
And I fall.
PLEASE tell my how i can improve this! and what r your thoughts on it?
and yes i know there are ALOT of spelling misstakes, sorry about that!
THANK YOU!!!
:DYour thoughts on what i wrote?? How can i improve it?
i think if you want to be more realistic you would not have the person drip that much blood. if the puddle is big [if thats what you imagine] the person would not have enough blood to live, to much splattered on the floor would leave your main character dead. but thats for realism, this seems like a dream.
Want to read a poem? I think I'd like to submit it to a magazine. What are your thoughts?
****Wake up!****
Sitting and spinning, I move up and down, back and forth.
I鈥檓 further away and now close.
It gives me all such a headache.
I feel my own brain twist as it tries to turn with the dizziness.
I hear the thud echo in my ears.
It鈥檚 starting now.
It鈥檚 only just beginning.
Do I have the balance for it now?
Or will I trip?
Will it lure me in under its magic spell?
Though my eyes, everything is working fine, but something is very wrong.
The voices are going farther away now.
It鈥檚 isolating me.
It wants me alone.
Feel the need to dig deeper into this interesting feeling.
It wraps me and ties me in a knot.
I can鈥檛 see it yet.
I鈥檓 still fascinated, staring down and touching my toes for the very first time.
My vision twists and I twirl.
I know I鈥檓 a goner now.
It鈥檚 my fault.
I walked through the enemy lines. Of course I was going to get caught.
I breathe in the fresh air, not knowing how I got here.
It鈥檚 all just too much. I must have passed through the gates. I don鈥檛 remember much.
I am here now. So let me deal with it. Let me battle you out.
Oh, this is going to make for such a much worse headache.
Staring down at the ground, I realize that I have grown so much.
Why hasn鈥檛 my head hit the stars yet?
I clasp onto the sides of my overgrown head. My teeny hands barely cover my own cheeks.
I know this is bad.
I hear a chirp behind me. I lean to the side.
I think I will fall deeper at this rate.
I pull up and stand my ground. I stomp my thin feet with those captivating toes.
I look down miles high from the sky.
Oh my!
I can see them so closely once again.
Oh no!
I am so small now.
Why is it that my hands are now too big?
This thing sure loves games. I have my own personal fun house mirror trapped in my head.
When will that blood rush happen in my head?
When will the mirror finally break?
This is all too much.
Let me take a break.
Sit and think for a moment.
The blades of bright green grass dazzle me.
Let me pull at them. Just a hint of wetness slips through my fingers. It almost feels silky smooth.
Oh dear, not this again.
Now the blade is dancing on my hand.
Graceful as its ballet is, I know I鈥檓 still caught in a web.
Oh, I don鈥檛 think I want it to end.
It falls back, floating gently in the air. It rests in my hand, feeling the tiny weight it carries.
I let my hand tilt sideways, taking away the balance, making the blade fall all the way.
It flutters through the air, swaying as it goes.
Falling delicately on the sidewalk to the bottom of the world.
I fall with it. I am sitting on the blade at the bottom of the world.
I look up at the world. The colors fuse together. My brain thuds in pain.
I can almost feel the color now.
Reach out my hand. Let it wrap around me willingly.
It tugs on me to go forward. I repel back though.
It has its hold. I have to feel the green now. I have to feel the brown and the light shades of pink.
My body lightly jerks forward in somewhat of a hypnotic state. And then I fall back.
My breathing is erratic.
The colors are spinning and turning. It鈥檚 becoming black, and now I am blind.
I fall sideways off the piece of grass. Such a long fall as my head hits the sidewalk that I鈥檓 surprised that there was no crack.
I lay there, my body is a shell.
Time zips by.
It slows down, waiting for me to come to.
When I don鈥檛, it stops. It knows I must wake up.
My eyes forcefully open.
I lay there under the dark sky.
My head, too heavy to pick up.
My stomach, at the brink of release from the nausea.
I close my eyes once more still feeling the effects.
I find myself slowly lifting up, my hand supporting my head.
Blades of grass stuck in my hair.
I slowly untangle them out, letting them fall to the ground.
I move, lifting myself up.
Very carefully, I walk with little balance back inside.
I鈥檓 home. That鈥檚 where I am.
It just took a long while to get back.
漏 10/4/09 Nicole Pierce
To clarify, I have Alice in Wonderland Syndrome (migraine) I am describing what it is like to be in one of my migraines.
The title refers back to the end of the book of Alice in Wonderland when her sister is calling Alice鈥檚 name, trying to get her to wake up and pay attention.
I would love feedback.
I think I may be submitting this and my two others to a magazine. I have written poetry before, but this is very inspiring to me.
Can you understand what is going on?
If you didn't know it was a migraine, then what did you think was happening in the poem?
My other two are posted and you're welcome to read those as well =)
Thanks in advance =)
http://au.answers.yahoo.com/question/ind鈥?/a>
http://au.answers.yahoo.com/question/ind鈥?/a>Want to read a poem? I think I'd like to submit it to a magazine. What are your thoughts?
It's beautiful. Captivating, colorful, and written with grace. There are only a few lines which dent the flow of the poem, but other then that it's a wonderful tangle of empathetic description and strange adventure... Great job. Very, very great job. :]Want to read a poem? I think I'd like to submit it to a magazine. What are your thoughts?
Wow that was great!
I don't even like poetry and I thought it was awesome!
And that's saying something coming from me....
You can ask anyone I know....
I am EXTREMELY picky!
verry long I think it was awesome loved it if u have more poems send me some and ur really talented.
Good but a bit long.
Holysheit. That was very good....urgh I feel a migraine coming on %26gt;%26lt;
...you should send this into a contest/magazine...
YOU COULD WIN A MEDAL!!!!
I like it, I do. It’s a little long, but I think its great
Haven't looked at other answers yet, so I can be honest with my opinion here.
first off, I love it, very powerful and dramatic. In all honesty, I did not realise at any point it was regarding migraines, to be truthful I thought it was maybe drink or drugs, the effects of those, trying to get back to reality. Tht's just my opinion though. It was good though.
Be good to see what other think.
:o)
that was great! I liked it.
oh adn thanx for all the books you listed in my question!!!
That's amazing! Purely fantastical :D
The emotion and power in it is so strong, it really captivates the audience. Wonderful job!
Wow I really loved this. After I saw that it was about a migraine I totally got it. It describes my migraines too. There was just one line that seemed to throw me off
';Oh, this is going to make for such a much worse headache.';
It seems to jump out of the flow. Maybe take much out or something idk. But it was really good! You should definitely submit it!
wow that was truly amazing I was in a daze it was great you should continue with poems I would read the mag this was in!!!
awesome :3 im not usualy into poems and stuff like that , but this was just awesome!
I really enjoyed it the poem is very powerful send them to the magazine you should publish them good luck
A lot of ways to interpret this. Having a migraine never occurred to me initially. I thought of a roller coaster when I read this.
wow that was great! I loved it. I can't really add much after all of the other responses...I agree with them! Turn that in, and GOOD LUCK
Sitting and spinning, I move up and down, back and forth.
I鈥檓 further away and now close.
It gives me all such a headache.
I feel my own brain twist as it tries to turn with the dizziness.
I hear the thud echo in my ears.
It鈥檚 starting now.
It鈥檚 only just beginning.
Do I have the balance for it now?
Or will I trip?
Will it lure me in under its magic spell?
Though my eyes, everything is working fine, but something is very wrong.
The voices are going farther away now.
It鈥檚 isolating me.
It wants me alone.
Feel the need to dig deeper into this interesting feeling.
It wraps me and ties me in a knot.
I can鈥檛 see it yet.
I鈥檓 still fascinated, staring down and touching my toes for the very first time.
My vision twists and I twirl.
I know I鈥檓 a goner now.
It鈥檚 my fault.
I walked through the enemy lines. Of course I was going to get caught.
I breathe in the fresh air, not knowing how I got here.
It鈥檚 all just too much. I must have passed through the gates. I don鈥檛 remember much.
I am here now. So let me deal with it. Let me battle you out.
Oh, this is going to make for such a much worse headache.
Staring down at the ground, I realize that I have grown so much.
Why hasn鈥檛 my head hit the stars yet?
I clasp onto the sides of my overgrown head. My teeny hands barely cover my own cheeks.
I know this is bad.
I hear a chirp behind me. I lean to the side.
I think I will fall deeper at this rate.
I pull up and stand my ground. I stomp my thin feet with those captivating toes.
I look down miles high from the sky.
Oh my!
I can see them so closely once again.
Oh no!
I am so small now.
Why is it that my hands are now too big?
This thing sure loves games. I have my own personal fun house mirror trapped in my head.
When will that blood rush happen in my head?
When will the mirror finally break?
This is all too much.
Let me take a break.
Sit and think for a moment.
The blades of bright green grass dazzle me.
Let me pull at them. Just a hint of wetness slips through my fingers. It almost feels silky smooth.
Oh dear, not this again.
Now the blade is dancing on my hand.
Graceful as its ballet is, I know I鈥檓 still caught in a web.
Oh, I don鈥檛 think I want it to end.
It falls back, floating gently in the air. It rests in my hand, feeling the tiny weight it carries.
I let my hand tilt sideways, taking away the balance, making the blade fall all the way.
It flutters through the air, swaying as it goes.
Falling delicately on the sidewalk to the bottom of the world.
I fall with it. I am sitting on the blade at the bottom of the world.
I look up at the world. The colors fuse together. My brain thuds in pain.
I can almost feel the color now.
Reach out my hand. Let it wrap around me willingly.
It tugs on me to go forward. I repel back though.
It has its hold. I have to feel the green now. I have to feel the brown and the light shades of pink.
My body lightly jerks forward in somewhat of a hypnotic state. And then I fall back.
My breathing is erratic.
The colors are spinning and turning. It鈥檚 becoming black, and now I am blind.
I fall sideways off the piece of grass. Such a long fall as my head hits the sidewalk that I鈥檓 surprised that there was no crack.
I lay there, my body is a shell.
Time zips by.
It slows down, waiting for me to come to.
When I don鈥檛, it stops. It knows I must wake up.
My eyes forcefully open.
I lay there under the dark sky.
My head, too heavy to pick up.
My stomach, at the brink of release from the nausea.
I close my eyes once more still feeling the effects.
I find myself slowly lifting up, my hand supporting my head.
Blades of grass stuck in my hair.
I slowly untangle them out, letting them fall to the ground.
I move, lifting myself up.
Very carefully, I walk with little balance back inside.
I鈥檓 home. That鈥檚 where I am.
It just took a long while to get back.
漏 10/4/09 Nicole Pierce
To clarify, I have Alice in Wonderland Syndrome (migraine) I am describing what it is like to be in one of my migraines.
The title refers back to the end of the book of Alice in Wonderland when her sister is calling Alice鈥檚 name, trying to get her to wake up and pay attention.
I would love feedback.
I think I may be submitting this and my two others to a magazine. I have written poetry before, but this is very inspiring to me.
Can you understand what is going on?
If you didn't know it was a migraine, then what did you think was happening in the poem?
My other two are posted and you're welcome to read those as well =)
Thanks in advance =)
http://au.answers.yahoo.com/question/ind鈥?/a>
http://au.answers.yahoo.com/question/ind鈥?/a>Want to read a poem? I think I'd like to submit it to a magazine. What are your thoughts?
It's beautiful. Captivating, colorful, and written with grace. There are only a few lines which dent the flow of the poem, but other then that it's a wonderful tangle of empathetic description and strange adventure... Great job. Very, very great job. :]Want to read a poem? I think I'd like to submit it to a magazine. What are your thoughts?
Wow that was great!
I don't even like poetry and I thought it was awesome!
And that's saying something coming from me....
You can ask anyone I know....
I am EXTREMELY picky!
verry long I think it was awesome loved it if u have more poems send me some and ur really talented.
Good but a bit long.
Holysheit. That was very good....urgh I feel a migraine coming on %26gt;%26lt;
...you should send this into a contest/magazine...
YOU COULD WIN A MEDAL!!!!
I like it, I do. It’s a little long, but I think its great
Haven't looked at other answers yet, so I can be honest with my opinion here.
first off, I love it, very powerful and dramatic. In all honesty, I did not realise at any point it was regarding migraines, to be truthful I thought it was maybe drink or drugs, the effects of those, trying to get back to reality. Tht's just my opinion though. It was good though.
Be good to see what other think.
:o)
that was great! I liked it.
oh adn thanx for all the books you listed in my question!!!
That's amazing! Purely fantastical :D
The emotion and power in it is so strong, it really captivates the audience. Wonderful job!
Wow I really loved this. After I saw that it was about a migraine I totally got it. It describes my migraines too. There was just one line that seemed to throw me off
';Oh, this is going to make for such a much worse headache.';
It seems to jump out of the flow. Maybe take much out or something idk. But it was really good! You should definitely submit it!
wow that was truly amazing I was in a daze it was great you should continue with poems I would read the mag this was in!!!
awesome :3 im not usualy into poems and stuff like that , but this was just awesome!
I really enjoyed it the poem is very powerful send them to the magazine you should publish them good luck
A lot of ways to interpret this. Having a migraine never occurred to me initially. I thought of a roller coaster when I read this.
wow that was great! I loved it. I can't really add much after all of the other responses...I agree with them! Turn that in, and GOOD LUCK
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