My eyes shot open as fast as a bullet from a gun. It was just another day during the summer of 2014. I am not an average boy, I suffer from a bleeding disorder called Hemophilia A. My blood doesn’t contain enough clotting factor 8. However, I never let that fact get in the way of my day-to-day life. I walked downstairs that morning, looked around and found that my parents had left for work. In order for my blood to clot I must use a medicine called recombinant factor 8 which will put my factor 8 levels up to 80%. It was one of the days in the week where I needed my treatment. Typically, my parents would have helped me infuse myself. Today, I felt brave enough to try to infuse myself. I pulled out the necessary supplies and prepared for the infusion. At the time, I knew how to place the needle within my vein but, I could never get the coordination with the syringe, needle, and tourniquet. I had watched my mom do this procedure a numerous amount of times. …show more content…
It was only 5 ml of liquid that would go into my bloodstream. This may not seem like a lot but if a bubble of air made its way into my bloodstream I could be in serious trouble. I was taking a very large gamble and if I screwed this up I might have to go to the emergency room. My parents were about a 1-2 hour drive away in Santa Monica and in Thousand Oaks, both working. I cleared my mind of all the things that could go wrong, took a deep breath, and told myself that I would be perfectly fine. I raised the needle from the plastic container. My hands were shaking like Mike Tyson in a spelling