One morning I woke up. I couldn't move. I couldn't hear anything. My head hurt. That was the only sensation I felt, until... I tried to move. The pain! It was beyond words. The pain started in my stomach, then shot down my back and added to the throbbing in my pounding head. When the initial shock and pain faded to a more manageable stabbing throb, I tried to scream but ran out of breath and couldn't even scream when the jolt of pain hit me. I stood there, waiting. I couldn't move, I didn't want to risk that pain again. After what felt like hours of labored breathing, pounding head, and fear of moving; my mom came. Say no to plagiarism. Get a tailor-made essay on "Why Violent Video Games Shouldn't Be Banned"? Get an original essay My mother's first reaction: "Oh get up, you're going to school." She came a second time angry because I hadn't moved. I was close to tears, I couldn't say anything other than a moan and a faint whisper and on top of that I was in so much pain I couldn't even tell my mother! When my mother noticed that I was in pain, she tried to frame me. In what felt like hours, I managed to stand but was almost completely bent over, nauseated and dizzy. After half a day my mother puts me in the truck and takes me to my chiropractor. He couldn't find anything wrong. Except I couldn't stand and even breathing took a lot of effort. He tried several muscle relaxants and could make me relax a little, but only if I was on my side. The next place my mother took me was to the doctor. After a couple of tests my mum and I were told I was pregnant. My mother's jaw would have literally fallen to the floor if it hadn't been so securely attached. Looking back, his face was hilarious. However, at the same time my mom started stuttering, I shouted "I'm still a virgin!" but the only sound that came out was a hoarse whisper that resembled those words. After a deeper investigation, the doctors could not find a heartbeat or even bones, but remained convinced that it was a baby and that it was the size of a small watermelon and that I was in labor. Upon further investigation, the "baby" was discovered to be an overly large assist. The assist was classified as ovarian assist and engulfed my entire left ovary and crushed nearly all of my organs together. Apparently, I was born with this assist and it grew over the years to an enormous size and was ready to burst. One aid, I was told, was a balloon-like growth filled with toxic chemicals and some other substances. I was also told that if it exploded before it was completely out of me, I could die because the toxins would be quickly absorbed into my organs and bloodstream. They prepped me for surgery for the next few hours. First they had to drug me, they gave me pills to relax my muscles so I could rest comfortably on the raised bed. Doing drugs was a big problem. I hate needles. All the staff on duty that night had to restrain me. Some sprained and jammed fingers and wrists, while another doctor broke his nose. Almost all staff suffered at least one bruise. I was eventually subdued and had an IV and more needles inserted. Finally, several hours later, I went to the operating room. I was told it was routine and that I would be out within the hour. The procedure was supposed to last a few minutes. They opened my navel and a tube.