While I was being poked I was squeezing my dad's hand, but when the needle touched my spinal cord everything went black. My dad went out and got me broccoli soup and said he was leaving with my brother. Apparently I said bye back but I don't remember any of that. Six hours later I woke up and was hungry but I wasn't allowed to eat anything so I had to starve. Later that night I was feeling better and I got a chance to talk to a doctor, which was good cause I want to be a Doctor when I grow up.
I had to go to sleep but I didn't get any sleep when nurses were coming in my room to check if I'm still doing alright. It's also hard to sleep with something in my arm to keep it straight, or else the alarm will go off. At 4 a.m one nurse came in to check my blood pressure. Then I finally got some sleep.
When I woke up I was able to get up and move around and play on the wii and with some play-doh. Later that day I was good to go and I was so happy that it was over. I still felt some pain in my arm for like one week but after all that I was happy to be home, alive, and healthy again.