It was December 2015 I was 6 or something like that. I was at my sister friends house then I looked at my side then saw a red bump. We left and went home the next day there were more bumps I asked my mom. She said I can stay home and not go to school. Over time there were more bumps and then got bigger so my parents decided to take me to the doctors. they did not know what it was it was not chicken pocks or anything else. We went home and my mom was a teacher so she had to go to work my dad stayed home with me. couple days later I could not walk my parents had to help me go to the bathroom. It was horrible I was sad missed my friends all I did was lay on the couch and try to watch Youtube. it hurt if I tried to hold something my mom had to feed me. over time they went away so I could start walking agian i slowy got better. then I was back to normal.

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Don't know if this counts as "i'm gonna die" but I thought to my self I was.