Creative Writing: Dr. Berkson's Surgery

When we got there my parents were in the lobby my mom crying in my dad's lap. We hurried to the x-ray room. When we got there they put me to sleep for I would not struggle. When I woke up I had my parents in the room and a cast on my leg. My mom came up to me and said, “Your leg, it’s broken”

My mom scheduled for it to be in 2 weeks. the day comes and i am nervous, i don't know why because i know what they do, i just was. They put my IV in and put medicine in my system to make me loopy. They wheel me back to the operating room, lay me on a table and put a mask on me. the anaistgyolygest say “ count down from 10 buddy” i say “10, 9, 8-” i am out cold. about 13 hours past, its 8 o'clock, the thing i remember most is how my throat was drier than the dessert. my nurse asks “how you feel buddy?” i reply “it hurts” she told me she would take care of that, i'm not being facetious when i say this, but she turns me on my side and puts a shot in my butt. i rest for another hour then they wheel me out to the car and take me home. getting upstairs was the hardest part,

I woke up startled and didn’t know where I was. I had an IV in my arm and my parents were staring at me. The doctor came in

I had my surgery that Friday after my last football game to cheer at, so my mom told me if I wanted to go that she could take me. I went and sat with the cheerleaders, and then after the cheerleaders and the football players went to McDonalds. Once we went home, we got some rest and had to wake up at 4:30 a.m. to get up there and ready for my surgery at 6:15am. When got in the room for my iv’s, I was a little scared but once they took me back for surgery I was

Before realizing what was happening, a nurse was trying to put an IV in my arm. The needle compared to my little arm looked huge and too long to go in my arm. I refused to let them touch me and tried to run to my mom. When they had a hard time succeeding at putting my IV in, they decided to get help from my mom. She calmly told me to lay down and to watch her, while they put the needle in. It was hard to ignore the pain pulsing through my arm and all the commotion happening all around me. I looked at my mom and saw the tears that were falling down her face as they held me down. When they were done, there was an IV and a cast on my arm, so that I would not be able to pull the IV out. Then they wheeled me into another room where my mom held and comforted me, while we waited to hear the results.

It was a feeling that I have never had before. To be honest with you I was scared, it was going to be my first surgery and I did not like the whole fact of me being put to sleep so the doctor could cut me open and then stitch me all back up again. My stomach was tied in knots. I really did not have much of a choice though, it had to be done. Prior to my surgery I had to meet with my doctor so we could go over everything one last time before my surgery to make sure me and my family were all on the same page. The doctor told my dad, “We will only be able to tell if your son needs reconstruction of the ACl once we are inside of his knee, and the chances of that happening are slim to none.” Then the Anesthesiologist walked into my room, and we were having a good conversation. She was probably in her early 50’s, she was telling me about her son who plays baseball and what position he plays. I was actually quite enjoying the nice conversation before my surgery, and then out of nowhere I felt a needle being driven into my arm. I thought a bee had stung me, but I looked over at her and there she was with a big smile on her face while she was shooting me up with drugs to put me to sleep. I thought I was going to be one of the few who could withstand the drugs that make you go to sleep, but before I knew it my eyes were closing and there was nothing that I could do about it. During my surgery the

It was a small wood building kind of like a barn. And we walked in and my mother asked for Mr. Fredrickson and the nurse said “Right this way.” We followed her to the room door I was shaking and nervous my mom was too. I put my hand on the cold steel door knob; I turned it and slowly and opened it gently. There was my dad lying on the bed, we looked at each other and I yelled “Papa!” I was so glad to see him just like he was glad to see us. After my mother, father, and I caught up on things and talked for a while the doctor slowly opened the door and said “You are able to leave, all you need is this.” She said after pulling a wheelchair from behind herself. We all gave each other hugs. I was so happy that my father could come

Upon arrival at the small town hospital, my mom was rushed to a room in the back. Having been told that she will be out soon, my dad and I sat down in the uncomfortable waiting room chairs patiently waiting for the nurse to come back and tell us that we all

However, once we arrived at the hospital and the waiting began, anxiety began to creep in again. My parents tried to comfort me with small talk, but I couldn’t focus. I could only think about the surgery, particularly how the surgeon would stab an IV into my hand. I kept envisioning the stabbing pain that would carry from my hand up my arm. The surgeon finally came in and asked if I had any questions and to tell me that the operation would start shortly. “Is there any way I can wear a mask instead of having a needle? I hate needles.” My surgeon, a kind looking older gentleman said gently, “No, you’re too big for that. We can give you laughing gas though if you-” I nodded enthusiastically. “ Alright, laughing gas it

Then we went to the doctor's office and my aunt was working there so she came and sat by us in the waiting room and went to the doctor's appointment with us. Then the nurse came in and observed the x-ray and said I broke and tiba and my growth plate. And found out the people at St.Mary's were wrong and I did break my growth plate when they told me that I didn’t. Then the doctor came in and said that she had to move my ankle to the way it was before I broke it then the doctor tried to move it but she couldn’t so she said that I had to get put to sleep and might have to do surgery on it. Then she put on my cast. Then I went to the hospital and got in my room and got an i.v. put in and I had to wait about 5 hours then she could the surgery. Then I got put to sleep and she moved my ankle and the right way. Then I woke up at about 11:00 at night then I went back to my room and then watched a movie and fell asleep and got to go home the next morning. I had to keep my cast on for 3 months and got it of in

They had to run so much tests and questions before surgery it was so annoying. Later I find myself laying in bed getting everything connected on me so I could go to the surgery room. They said it would take about thirty minutes to finish the process of the surgery. When they came to get me I literally started to scream “wheeeeee” in the hallway while they pulled me away from my room. As I entered the surgery room it became so cold that my breath could be visible. Later a guy started to explain to me on what their going to do and how they're going to put me on the

Next, the nurses came to put water into my IV to hydrate me. They did this since I also could not drink the day of the procedure. Afterwards, they put some type of medication into my IV, I could tell as soon as they did. Immediately I felt tired and almost in a daze. However, I was still aware of everything that was going on around me. During all of this, I had received a blanket to use that had a hose connected to it blowing hot air into the blanket that made me very warm. This blanket was my favorite part of the day of the surgery. After this, someone else came in to do a nerve block in my knee. A nerve block is what they did to numb my right leg from my knee down so that I would not have as much pain after the surgery. While they did this, I could feel the four inch needles slowly sliding into my knee. This was not painful as you might think, it was almost like a pinching sensation. While doing the nerve block they had to do a ultrasound on my knee so they would not hit any nerves they did not want to. The last thing that I remember before the surgery was the anesthesiologist coming into my pre-op room to give me anesthesia. Then I went under.

I went into the hospital room with my mother, got undressed, and changed into a hospital gown. A woman came into the room to put an IV into my arm, then I turned on the Food Network on the hospital TV. A few doctors came into the room, asking for my name, birthdate, and other questions for identification purposes. Later, my two aunts came into the room. A few minutes later, my surgeon walked in as well to tell me that she’d come back in about twenty minutes to wheel me away to the operating table. This made it even more surreal and made me even more anxious.

I was so out of it I turn to the ambulance personnel and said, “Y’all smell like cotton candy.” A dark and bumpy ride to the new hospital resulted in even more waiting, when we arrived my room wasn’t ready yet. Several different Doctors and nurses swarmed me like click work all asking the exact same questions in different forms until it was time for me to get prepped for surgery- surprisingly I was not nervous at all. The last thing I remember before anesthesia flew me away to dream land was music being turned on and talking about how I did my nails. When I woke up the first thing I asked for was water it felt like I swallowed the entire Dead Sea. I remember feeling so upset because the nurse who was with me during recovery kept on saying I had too wait. My grandmother had bought me a large smoothie from Smoothie King which instantly brighten the inconvenient situation. Even though it all happened so fast it is an experience that I will never in my entire life

But then the bad part came the stitches we i heard we are putting 5 stitches in you eye lid i freaked out. I asked them what if it hits my eye then i thought will i go blind i got even more scared. Until the doctor said no it will be ok he gave me a toy that if it hurts squeeze it, they finished and gave me a very gross drink that helps pain. Then they brought a huge box filled with teddy bears and let me pick i was happy i got a teddy bear. In 5 minutes it was done he said that was not so bad i said yeah i left the hospital feeling good and the good thing was i was