worst traveling story ever!

Sorry if it sounds like its written a little weirdly. I finally got sick of having to type my story so many times i just typed it and saved it as a word document but here goes.

Just know that not a word of this is made up!

I was on a flight back from Australia visiting my grandparents. It was a 15 hour flight and I was used to it. Except this time it wasn?t so pleasant. 7 hours until touch down on Los Angeles. I start to throw up. I can?t keep anything down and the hours feel like weeks.
Once we landed at Los Angeles we had to go through customs and immigrations. It is where you have you passports checked and since we were on a jumbo jet there are A LOT of people. But that isn?t all there are usually about 4 jumbos that come in at the same time into Los Angeles. You can sometimes wait up to 2 and a half hours just to get through customs and immigrations. Naturally of course there were about 5 jumbos that came in right before me, my mom and my brother. Thank god one of the people working there let us cut the whole line because I was STILL throwing up!

We then went to the first aid and they said to me sorry sweetie we can?t do anything for you?.At that point I was about to murder both of the first aid people. They told us to go to a clinic (a doctor?s office). Once we got to the clinic I was still throwing up. Since there was nothing left in my stomach I was throwing up yellow stuff that is in the very bottom of your stomach called bile. They kept me in a room for 4 hours. At the end I was just dry heaving because there was nothing left in my stomach. Finally they said oh sorry sweetie we can?t do anything for you. You need to go to the Emergency Room. By that time had I had any strength in my body I WOULD have murdered the male nurse on the spot. I was just thinking Oh geee?.. thanks for telling me that NOW buddy!!! I had no energy, I had been throwing up for about 12 hours straight and I was just hoping the nurse would get struck by lightning!

So they put me on a stretcher, my mom and my brother all in the back of an ambulance. The geniuses put me so that I faced the back window?. Making me feel even more queasy! On top of that they forgot to put on the siren! So we, of course, got stuck in the Los Angeles traffic and man is that HORRIBLE!

Once we go to the emergency room it was about 8:30 pm. An again naturally there were no rooms open so I had to be in a hall way. But not just any hall way! I was stuck in a hall way with a crazy, mad man who attempted to commit suicide by jumping off a building. And what I mean by attempted is he jumped off the building (don?t know how many floors up but just about all buildings in L.A. are at least 4 stories high) but the fall didn?t quite kill him. He made it half way back up the stairs of the building before the police caught him. And he was strapped onto a stretcher in front of me with about 20 police around him. But then of course the police got a radio call that there was some armed person outside of wendies or someplace like that. So all of them left!

Once a doctor came he wanted to put me in a room! Yeah right? No?. He also wanted to give me an i.v. drip. I HATE shots! They hurt on my shoulder! I even have a scar from one shot on my arm from when I was a baby! But the doctor didn?t want to put the needle in my shoulder. Oh no?. he thought the veins in the inside of my elbow looked nice.

That is one of the most sensitive parts of your body unlike your shoulder. I screamed when he put the needle in. In fact I?m cringing right now typing it up. It knocked me out for a while. They put me in the room and my mom told me the people in the room weren?t much better than the crazy man in the hall. I started to wake up a bit so my mom wanted to help by moving my pillows up so I would sit up a bit more. And well?. She knelt on the needle in my arm from the drip to the point it nearly flipped out. I SCREAMED!
I can?t take it when things or people touch the inside of my left elbow now. And I was kept there for another few hours then I was taken to a hotel. We had missed our connecting flight and wouldn?t go home until 3 days later. I was then in no condition to do anything for about 2 weeks after I got home. On top of all of that I was an all of 5! Yes 5!

Since then I have been to the emergency room once and I have had 2 i.v. drips. Both times I screamed when the needle was put in me and I have also had my blood taken once since L.A. I?m now 14. I remember it too well and both of my arms are hurting now just from the thought and let me just give you a little advice. AVOID L.A. E.R. WHAT EVER IT TAKES!

So what do you think? Horrible or what?!