Open Question: Nerve disease, what to do?
My grandma is another country. I wanna at least find out what’s wrong with her. She’s been having this symptoms for the past 4 years or so. Something in her upper abdomen starts beating as if she’s having heart palpitations in her stomach. It’s been getting worse; a few days ago, it beat really fast and her mouth was apparently opening and closing involuntarily. The doctors there think she has a nerve disease because her heart, stomach and liver tests came back normal.
What can be done about this? Is this likely nerve-related? Is it curable?
Thanks!!
Fri, 24 Apr 2009 05:04:33 GMT
Open Question: How is my writing and what can I do to improve it?
Okay, I’m writing a little story, and I want to know if I should continue or not.
If I need to fix something in the story, please tell me how to improve!
1. The Acid Words
“And make sure you pack all your clean clothes and…”
I rolled my eyes. My mom was always treating me like a kid, even though I was already 14. Her chatter made me ignore her and zone out even more as I was getting older. It was only my mother and I living together, because my dad left my mom when she was still pregnant with me in her stomach. I would never forgive my dad for doing that. I thought of him as a coward who was afraid to give up his money for his own daughter.
I was on my way to my best friend, Natasha’s, house for a sleepover. We did everything together. I’ve known Natasha since we were eight years old.
“Jinny? Jinny, are you listening to me?” my mom suddenly asked.
“Huh..? What?”
“Oh for god’s sake, Jinny. Why don’t you ever listen nowadays?”
“Sorry mom.” I said meekly.
I turned on the radio and changed to my favorite station. After that, my mom drove in silence for 10 minutes.
“Hi Jin!” Natasha hollered.
“Nat! What’s up?”
She answered,”Nothing much. I’ve been busy with my classes. Ms. Hunchburn is giving is a lot of work to do.”
“Sucks for you, doesn’t it?”
She punched my arm jokingly and dragged me into her house while my mom trailed behind silently.
When I was in Natasha’s kitchen, my mom asked me, once again,”Jinny, are you sure you’re not missing anything from home? If you are you better come back and get them.”
“Mom, I said I had everything already! Why don’t you just get out of my face?! You should find something else to do instead of getting in my business all day! Why don’t you go find some friends your own age?! Please! I’m 14 now! You have to let me be independent! I can’t wait ’til I can get out of the house I’m living in now.” I yelled, not thinking of my hurtful words.
My mother looked hurt. The look on her face shattered my heart and made me regret barking out those scorching words. Her eyes weren’t teared up, but the look in them was worse than crying. Whenever I saw that look, I wanted to DIE. Right there. On the spot.
“Mom…” I started.
“I’ll go now, Jinny. I hope you…have fun here.” Her voice sounded like she’d been broken into a million pieces. She then started to walk away, not looking back.
As she got into our green minivan, Natasha whispered,”That was a little harsh, Jinny. Why’d you say that?”
“I don’t know…” I replied.
I watched as the small van drove away into the horizon.
“Come on, Jin. Let’s go to my room. I got a new computer and we could play games…” Natasha started.
I don’t know why, but I suddenly saw Natasha in a different way. I looked at her every detail. She was skinny, and had sea green eyes. Her skin was pale like creamy milk. Her brown straw-like hair slithered down her shoulders like hay. And her cheeks were always red, like roses. I loved every detail about my best friend. And I never regretted meeting her.
“Okay, I’m coming~” I murmured.
I thought about it. Tomorrow, I was going to treat my mom with respect and show her how much I truly appreciated her caring traits.
Little did I know that I would never be able to do that.
2. Mom?
I woke up to see the shining rays of sunlight pouring through Natasha’s bedroom window. Only then did I notice how unkept her backyard was. My mother tended many flowers, fruits, and vegetables in our backyard. She always mowed the lawn. I never noticed the true beauty of my backyard until I looked at Natasha’s today. It was infested with weeds, and everything was lying hear and there. Only then did I discover that I had taken my mom for granted many times. Too many.
“Jinny?! Are you awake yet?” Natasha hollered from downstairs.
“Coming~” I quickly replied as I dashed down the soft stairs.
Down in the kitchen, I glanced at the clock. 9:37 a.m. My mom would be walking to work with her friend, Gloria Hayton.
“Hey Nat. What’s for breakfast?” I asked quickly.
“Waffles. Do you want some butter on your’s?” Natasha said as she pulled the waffles out from the toaster.
“Sure.”
Once the waffles were done, I looked at the time; 10:06 a.m. My mom was sure to be at work by now. I sighed to myself. I couldn’t wait to go home and apologize for the cold words I gave her yesterday.
I looked at Natasha gulping down her waffle and said,”So it’s Saturday today. What do you wanna do?”
Natasha started to respond,”Well, I thought maybe we could-”
“Jinny!” Mrs. Rand, Natasha’s mother, screamed from the living room.
“Yes?”
“Please come! Quickly!” Her tone sounded so panicked. What could be the matter? And what did have to do with me?
I quickly jogged into the living room. “Yes ma’am?”
Mrs. Rand looked into my eyes. “I’m sorry, Jinny. It’s about your mom…”
My heartbeat quickened. “Wha
Fri, 24 Apr 2009 05:18:30 GMT
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