A Fainting Spell

I was born in sunny Cape Coral, FL to teen parents on March 21, 1988. We lived there for the first 7 years of my life before moving to Maryland. During the time we spent as Floridians, my parents may have put sunscreen on me a total of three times. As a result, in 1999 I was diagnosed with skin cancer and scheduled for surgery at the Franklin Square Hospital in White Marsh, MD. The surgery took place at 8:45 am on my 11th birthday. It wasn't a serious procedure. I was under anesthesia for less than 2 hrs., and back at my own house before lunch time.
When we got home I was in excruciating pain. To make matters even worse I ended up having an allergic reaction to the pain medication my doctor had prescribed so I just had to suck it up. I walked into my house and my whole family was there. They had been up since I left early that morning and were all sitting in the same places. My youngest brother, trying to be sweet and genuinely happy to see me, ran up and threw his little arms around me. The incisions from the surgery were on my back and the top of my head. It hurt so bad I started blacking out and asked my dad to take me to lay down.
He helped get me up to my room and laid me face down on my bed. A few minutes later I heard my bedroom door creak open and looked over to see my kitten, Tommykins Wommykins Marmalade DeCosta, running towards me. She leaped into the air and slammed down on my back. I woke up an hour later after having passed out.
There was a big pile of presents wrapped in pale pink and yellow paper sitting in the living room for my sister and I. After a lot of complaining on her part my dad carried me downstairs so we could open them together. It took her a little over five seconds to tear into all her boxes. It took me what seemed five hours just to open the first one. It was a sky blue portable cd player with matching headphones. Very practical for someone who has a 20 stitch incision on their head. I let my sister open the rest for me. One present that wasn't wrapped was a huge fleece Winnie the Pooh stuffed animal that I laid on the floor and curled up on like a dog. I don't think I moved from that spot for the next 3 weeks.
Finally, the day came when I was going to the doctor to have the stitches taken out of my head. My dad, mom and I were walking out the door when my dad said something that got everyone in the family excited "If Megan doesn't cry at her appointment, I'll take us all to Cactus Willie's for dinner!" Oh yes, everyone in the family was excited, except for me.
The ride to the doctor's office was horrible, sitting in the waiting room was horrible, waiting for the doctor to come into my room was horrible. I knew that if I cried my siblings would kill me, and I pretty much knew I was going to cry.
After an eternity of waiting, the doctor graced us with his presence and went to work on my head. It was so painful. The stitches had to be torn out with so much force that I was sure pieces of my scalp would be missing when I looked in a mirror. They weren't normal stitches because after the operation they slathered about an inch of a clear sealant on top so that I would be able to wash my hair. I was totally silent the entire time. With every snip of his scissors I closed my eyes and imagined how disappointed my brother's and sister would be if I ruined our chances of dining out.
"All done!" the doctor proclaimed. I couldn't believe it, not a single tear had fallen from my eyes. My head was throbbing, but I quickly stood up and followed my parents out of the room and over to the front desk so they could pay. Next thing I knew I was gazing up at my mom, dad, and about three members of the clinic staff. Apparently I had fainted.
My parents were real sweet to me. They felt terrible that I had held in all that pain just because I wanted us to go to Cactus Willie's. Once I saw that they weren't mad I let the levy's break and out poured all the tears I had been fighting for the past hour.
When we arrived back at the house I still had tears in my eyes. My brother's and sister were playing catch in the front yard, and you better believe they noticed.
"Thanks a lot Megan," my brother yelled at me as I stepped out of the car "you couldn't have sucked it up for once in your life?"
My other brother was holding the baseball that they were throwing back and forth, in two quick motions he threw it as hard as he could at a big tree and then flung his baseball glove off his hand and into the dirt. My sister muttered something under her breath and stormed into the house.
"Stop being jerks and get in the car!" my dad shouted at them.
"Where are we goin'?" my ass little brother replied, with the biggest attitude imaginable.
"To dinner." my dad answered "Megan was good at the doctor's so you should be thanking her that you all get to go out."
My siblings all walked over and got in the car. There was barely enough room for the six of us and their bad attitudes. I was the last one to get in, as I stepped up I smashed my head on the roof of the car and everything went black. The next thing I knew I was laying on my drive-way looking up at my mom, dad, and three angry siblings. I had fainted...again.
"Way to go Megan." my brother said, shaking his head. "Way to go."