Short Story: An undesirable trip

It was when I was approximately six or seven years old, when a normal day of school I started to suffer a terrible fever and ache in my ears and throat. My mom, very worried, took me to my house to have my free rest day. For all the day she tried to make down my fever with Tylenol and repeated baths. But my fever still remains. So in the early night my mom decided to take me to a hospital near of my house to the emergency area. I remember that I became scare when my mom came to my side and said:
- Let’s dress you. Your fever is not going down so I have to take you to the hospital.
- I don’t want to go to the hospital. They are going to give me an injection. – I said.
- Sorry, we have to go. - She repeated.
Then we started our undesirable trip to the hospital. I didn’t remember anything about while we were going in the car. I believe I fell asleep.
After few minutes we arrived to the hospital and there were where the things became worst. We have to wait like an hour and I was double sick, sick with my real sickness and sick from wait. The case is that they call me. First, a nurse checked my temperature, it still remain high. Then, they took me to a room with a doctor. He checked my ears and throat and sent me to another room with a little stretcher, and tell to my mom he will came back in few minutes. In that moment I knew he was going to give me and injection. I started to cry and said to my mom that they have to wait for me to fall asleep for give me the injection and she answered:
- Of course, we will wait.- And she started to move me with a lovely slow movement, and continue:
- Sleep, sleep, my little baby.
When I was not sleep yet, the doctor entered in the room with and injection in his hands. I looked my mom and I told her:
- You promised me! – And she upped her look for the doctor face. Then I knew she lied to me. So, I thought that if my mom was not going to defend me I had to defend myself alone, and I did it. I was furious with my mom; she was leaving the doctor giving me another pain. I was shouting:
- You promised me! You promised me! – looking at my mom, while I was jumping in the stretcher and throwing kicks and fists in all directions. But I was too little to defend myself from three adults and they could control me after some minutes. My mom held my legs and a nurse my arms, while the doctor took off a small part of my pants and put alcohol in my little bottom. I was just shouting:
- No! No! No!- But the doctor told me:
- You have to breathe, or it is going be more painful. - I was too scared so I obeyed, and he pricked me. Since that moment I didn’t remember any more. I just remember that I woke up better the next day, and I didn’t have more courage with my mom.

First Reflection: “A use of force”

In class we were reading and discussing the short story “A use of force” from Carlos Williams. It was about a doctor’s anecdote in which he have to use force to can attend a girl. It was almost a violent situation against a girl that was sick and scared and she did not obey his instructions for check and help her. An important point in the story is when the narrator mentioned that when he used his force against the girl, when he reacted violent against her, he feel pleasured about did it. It makes us think about what is really the message that the author is trying to give us. If I eliminate the phrase that I mentioned before, when the narrator said he feel pleasure, I could deduce that the most important message that the author is showing is that sometimes, in some specials situations, it is really necessary to use force and violence, that in some cases that is the only way to solve the things. But some details of the story also make me think that the message go in another line, and it is that some violent reactions that we have can make us feel better and get out frustrations that we have inside. That can be the reason because he said he feel pleasured we he react violent against the girl, because he was trying to convince her in many ways and she did not respond and it does that he were accumulating frustration, desperation and anger, that he took out with violent or force reactions and expressions.