THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING. THIS IS GROSS. I SWEAR.
So, I was like 7, in the 1st grade. I had gotten my tonsils out 2 weeks ago. The class trip to the pumpkin patch was coming up, and my parents said I could go! Fast forward to that day, I felt great. My mom and dad were going to take me instead of me going in a bus, just so I didn't die. We go to the gas station, I get a push-pop and donuts, and we go on our way. My dad drops us off and goes to park, and I go to join my class.
Then, bam. I wake up, my mom is being held up by 2 other women, and I'm just like, what just happened? Soon, my poor 1st grade peers were being rushed away, and everyone was coming over to help me. I was throwing up blood. # best field trip ever. The ambulance came, and stuck needles in me, which was horrible, and I had another surgery.
So, before you say, "Um, am I reading a zombies blog?", it was just complications with my past surgery. No internal bleeding, no certain death.
I feel bad about how many 1st graders probably went home traumatized.
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-mwah, Kaleena