<p>thanks for the help...I guess my conclusion is a little weak and I need to liven it up more. I did not think i'd get this much response so i'll just post it. There is no overly personal information. Thanks again.</p>
<p>One week before my twelfth birthday, I nearly bled to death.</p>
<p>Not that it was bloody, messy, or even very painful. I wasnt the victim of some terrible accident or dreadful disease. There were no flashing red lights, ear-splitting sirens, or life-saving miracles. I did not know that I had lost nearly half of my blood. I did not even know that I had almost died.</p>
<p>It started like any normal weekend. I was living in Antwerp, Belgium at the time where my father had a corporate assignment. On a weekend sightseeing trip with my family, we decided to climb the famous belfry in the city of Brugge, Belgium and I became nauseous and lightheaded. My parents, who thought I was just being difficult, encouraged me to reach the top, and despite my dizziness and discomfort, I nearly did. </p>
<p>Upon reaching home, my mom noticed that I was very pale. She took my temperature, but it registered normal. She told me to get some rest to see how I felt in the morning.</p>
<p>I woke up in a cold sweat, shivering and sick. I crawled to my parents room and fell to the floor. I was ghostly pale and could barely move. I was rushed to a childrens hospital and immediately put into intensive care. Blood tests revealed that my hemoglobin, which should have been around twelve, was only 6. The doctors told us that I was rapidly losing blood from somewhere in my stomach. Over the next several hours I received four units of blood in a blood transfusion, and many tests to determine the source of the bleeding. It was a scary time, especially for my parents, who struggled to communicate in English with Flemish-speaking doctors.</p>
<p>What had caused this to happen? I had been very healthy, except for a very mild case of juvenile rheumatoid arthritis which had caused some inflammation in my wrists and fingers. I was taking an over-the-counter medicine, Aleve, an anti-inflammatory medicine that was supposed to combat the disease. This medication had been prescribed by my doctors, and I was very, very good at taking the recommended dosage each day.</p>
<p>What I didnt know was that taking even a safe, over-the-counter medicine can have terrible side effects. The Aleve had caused an ulcer in my stomach which was apparently the source of the bleeding. I had lost a lot of blood over the period of several days. This was not something we knew could happen. It was ironic that a medicine that was supposed to help ended up doing more harm than good.</p>
<p>From this ordeal I learned a very important lesson about the effect that drugs can have on your body. If a drug which is prescribed by a doctor ends up being harmful, I can only imagine what an illegal substance could possibly do do. When I was twelve, I learned something very important about drugs and medication that most people, unfortunately, do not learn until it is too late. You never know what kind of effect that a drug or medication can have on your body. Drugs can be harmful, and sometimes even lethal. I plan to stay away from them for the rest of my life.</p>