I was just a normal six year old, or at least that's what everyone around me, including myself, believed! However, inside of my body was a sickness, and not just any sickness, in my body was the terrible, horrific, dream killing tonsillitis!!!!


Alright, so that might be a bit of an exaggeration, okay maybe a rather big exaggeration, but to a little six year old it was just as I described. I was feeling rather sick for a while, though my parents just thought that I had a cold. I on the other hand being the melodramatic younger girl I used to be, I was completely and utterly sure that I would be dying in the next few days, little did I know that my thoughts could soon become a reality. I had just gotten out of school and I was sitting at my table, snacking on some grapes and coloring a picture of Pikachu, though I had decided that I would drive people insane and colored him blue.


Suddenly, just after swallowing the grape, I couldn't breathe. I quickly moved and held my throat, a croaking type sound escaping my lips, at first my mom gave me a rather dirty look "Courtney, I know you didn't want grapes today, but you don't have to be so melodramatic." she grumbled in my direction, turning and placing her hand on her hip, a way of her letting me know that she was not in a playful mood, it usually made me instantly quit my joking.


However, this was no joke, I was CHOKING I was probably going to die and wouldn't get to go see my cousin Lane one last time, and that little sucker owed me money! My mother being the smart woman she was, she realized that I wasn't joking, a scream, similar to that of the howler monkey, escaped her lips as she rushed over to, the now smurf colored me. She then quickly, and rather harshly began to do the Heimlich maneuver, in no time she had the terrorist grape out of me. I coughed then looked to my mother and started to sob, the body shaking type of sobs. A horrified gasp escaped my mother's mouth as she spotted the devilish duo that were my tonsils, both of which were swollen to sizes of epic proportions.


She instantly called my father, then practically tossed me into the car. Within minutes, and a couple of potential car wrecks, as well as being pulled over once, we were at the hospital. My father and almost everyone else in my family were waiting for us. Of course upon seeing the hospital, as well as my mother's earlier actions, I was sure that meant I was dying, I just barely escaped death once and now it was upon me once again! I just couldn't win. I attempted to ask why we were here but, what came out of my mouth was completely different "I'm dying?!" I sobbed once more, as tears ripped their way out of my eyes. As soon as I asked this my cousin, Lane, looked to me horrified then he began to sob as well.


Our parents and grandma attempted to calm us but, we would have no part of it at the moment, for all we knew, I was dying. "Oh no baby you aren't dying, you just have tonsillitis." my mother cooed trying to calm me down as she smoothed my hair down. Finally she managed to calm me down, my aunt doing the same with my cousin, promising us that I was most definitely going to live. We then were escorted into the hospital. I was on my father's arm, he was trying his best to keep me from breaking down again, because let's face it, no one in that hospital wanted to hear two young children screaming and crying. After what felt like days of waiting my name was called, the bad thing was we'd been waiting in the emergency room.


After another few hours, or what seemed like hours, my doctor came in smiling brightly. I was already rather cranky, my throat now aching, almost unbearably, due to my swollen tonsils. The doctor then leaned down to me and with a cheesy grin asked me "So why does such a pretty little girl like you have such a big frown?" The already irritated me looked up to this unknown man and to my mother, aunt, and grandma's horror I retorted "If you're a doctor then why are you so creepy and smell like death?" of course most of the men in the room snorted trying to keep from laughing.


The only one that wasn't laughing, other than the doctor of course, was my older cousin Lane, who apparently felt the same way. He then decided that he too would say something to this man "If you don't fix my cousin I'm gonna punch your wee wee" he commented in a confident tone. This time horror was completely etched across the women's faces, the men couldn't help but, laugh proudly at my older cousin trying to protect me.


The now befuddled doctor turned a light pink then gave a weak smile and let out a chuckle, though now I can see him thinking of ripping us in half with his scalpel. He then straightened up and got the nurses to hook me up for surgery, he had explained to my parents but, due to my cousin and my rather loud breakdowns they discussed it outside. They ended up having to seperate my father and myself, as they were putting an iv line in me, and I was less than cooperative with them, screaming and thrashing as the needle neared my arm. Almost simultaneously upon hearing me scream, my father would attempt to tackle whoever was attempting to cause me harm.


Finally, after hog tying me to the bed and making my father stand outside they managed to get the iv in me and started to prep me for surgery, the whole time they attempted to calm me down, but to no avail, I was just so sure that they would mess up and cut my throat and I would wake up and meet Jesus. Now don't get me wrong, I'm a Christian and I grew up loving Jesus, but I was nowhere near ready to be in heaven, I mean gosh I had show and tell, and I had a rodeo coming up! I don't remember anything until after the surgery. I awoke just after they finished, not when I was actually supposed to awaken, the terrible thing is I awoke and instantly saw a bright light.


I attempted to cry out, begging for my daddy to come save me as he always did. The nurses were horrified to see a shaking me croaking out "Daaaaadddddyyyy...." the sound rivaling the same sound the woman off the grudge, some of my movement also rivaling her own. Suddenly there was loud angered snarls outside of the light, my first thought that ran through my brain was Oh no!!! Mommy was right! I was being mean and now monsters are going to eat me!! My cries began to get closer together and more frantic as well as high pitched. Finally the terror stricken nurses hurried and got my daddy, one thinking enough to turn off the light. My father rushed in and as our eyes met tears welled up in them. I opened my arms to him smiling weakly "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!!!" I cried happily glad that my daddy once again had saved me.


Then as we were just about to touch a thought hit my mind... He'd let me go with that psychotic, funny smelling doctor! I quickly retracted my arms and gave him the best glare I could in my drug induced state "Don't touch me!!!" He froze at those words then gave a nod and watched me, a mischievous little thought then hit my mind... I was going to make him pay for sending me with doctor death, as well as have some fun. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" I cried once more, then once again as soon as he got close I pulled back "Don't touch me!" I cried again, trying to keep the sly little smirk from my face, but soon he caught on, though he said nothing and continued to play my evil little games. I was taken to a room then given a tub of chocolate ice cream. I was happier than a pig in the mud, almost as dirty as well. Though about halfway through I realized something, my father was nowhere to be found.


My aunt and uncle had gone home seeing as they had to take Lane to school, even though he was reluctant. However, I was more concerned about my father. Where was he?! What if the monsters came back?! I was defenseless!!! I wasn't one on having temper tantrums, but there was no other way of getting my father back. I glared to my mother and grandmother my eyes narrowing a bit "I want my daddy...." I ordered. My mother glared back almost instantly, not happy, there was no way that I was leaving, she was going to keep me here and was going to make me heal. Though, she didn't realize that I had the tantrum of tantrums welling up in my body, I sucked in a deep breath then began to scream, although it was scratchy, cracked and not as loud as I hoped, it did the job.


My grandmother, as well as my mother caved instantly. We drove home from the hospital, a now rather happy and bouncy me sitting in the back. I would get to see my daddy and I would be safe. Upon reaching the house I rushed inside the front gate dodging animals as I went, I then ripped the door open and was greeted with my daddy and my big sister, or my nana, as well as a rather hastily decorated living room. I didn't care that it was hastily done, all I cared about was I was home, safe, and of course I didn't die.