the sixtenth time...

the sixtenth time i went in to the hospital the same speacliast was there and was even more worried about me and the fact that i had, had this pain for so long. so he said i would have to stay in the hospital untill i got better this time!
after two days in the prison i once called home, the hospital i was told by a doctor that i would have to have a antiscopei. which in english means i would have to a tube down my throught!

the sixtenth time...

the sixtenth time i went in to the hospital the same speacliast was there and was even more worried about me and the fact that i had, had this pain for so long. so he said i would have to stay in the hospital untill i got better this time!
after two days in the prison i once called home, the hospital i was told by a doctor that i would have to have a antiscopei. which in english means i would have to a cube down my throught!

but the sixth time i went in to hospital...


one of the speacliast doctors was a bit
worried about my stomach so he made
me stay in one off the wards in the hospital
for a week. after a week the doctor thought
i was getting better so he sent me home again
with bag loads more pain killers!

the beginning

it all started about three months ago...


my next door neighboor, Janet who ia such an angel
said that i should come to the youth group meetings
at her church on sunday. so i went and really enjoyed it.
and so i kept on going to the meetings, but one day while
i was at school i got this really bad stomach pain.
this pain was on and off for a week. and the pain
was getting so much strong,that one night around
10:00 my mum had to take me to hospital!
within the time space of two weeks i had
been to the hospital 5 times! but all they did
was send me away with more pain killers!