The story I want to tell you it happened in a beautiful sunny day of summer. In the first time of the day I felt good and nothing foretold what it was coming. Around 5 PM o'clock I started feeling sick and I had a stomach ache.I thought it was just something for the moment, but all became worst. All the night, from hour to hour, I was throwing up, but I thought it's happening just because I ate rotten food. I woke up in the morning with the hope that is over and I will feel during the day much better, but I was wrong because my stomach hurt awful. I got panicked and I told my parents how sick I was and they took me to the hospital. It had never happened to me to go to the hospital because I was sick and honestly I had never been to a hospital, with the exception when I was born, so I felt frightened the whole time I was being there.
Firstly I was frightened because of the thought I could have a terible disease, and secondly because I have a fear of hospitals.
There I had some tests and the doctors gave me a sedative. After 2 days the results of the tests came and the doctor gave me the dreadful new: I had gastrits. I felt sicker when I heard the new, but the doctor calmed me down and he said that it's not a major case and all I have to do is to be careful to what I eat and he gave me a list with the aliments I can't eat. I was happy it was something minor, and yet stressful because I had a disease. I passed over this with the support of family amd friends and all finished well.