Adam Preston
A Story About Pipes
Adam Prestin

It all started in early September of 1996. I had been the gassiest person at my school for the past few years, though I had no idea why. I learned soon enough, though. The day I was going for orientation to high school, I felt sick to my stomach with those awful belches that taste like eggs.

Canker sores developed in my mouth that week, and grew worse over the first two weeks of school. I finally went to a doctor, who thought I had the Coxsackie virus. We laughed about the name and I was sent on my way. No diagnosis yet. 

Well, my symptoms hung around, and the next week I went to see a different pediatrician, who sent me for blood work. I had never had to have blood drawn from my arm before, but it wasn't so bad, and my mother bought me ice cream after it. Even though the results of the blood test were negative, my symptoms weren't. In fact, they were getting worse, from a boil on my rear end to loose stools to blood in one or two of them. And so I went back, this time for a series of blood tests. Now, I weighed at that point about 95 pounds, so when the technician began to draw the 2nd or 3rd of 8 tubes, I fainted, head on the table-

STOP...Enough already!
I was ready to stop at that point. 
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Joan Fleitas, Ed.D., R.N.
Associate Professor of Nursing, Lehman College, CUNY
Bronx, New York 10468

Last updated:  November 14, 2004