Essay About Going Under

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

The surgery. The day of the surgery I had many panic, and anxiety attacks on the way there. I will never forget the feeling I had in the waiting room. When I was getting ready for the surgery I got so sick. I was so nervous. They had to give me something to calm me down. The used to calm me down started wearing off as I was being taken to the operating room...my luck. The surgery was supposed to take 20-30 mins. For me, the surgery took 5-6 hours.

Now it was around midnight and I was settled into my ICU room. Everyone left beside my mom and dad. All I wanted to do was go to bed. Doctor after doctor would come and go checking all my vitals and putting medicine into my IV. When I did get to sleep it was only for an hour. The nurses would come in every hour to make sure I was okay. They woke me up at 6:00am to get another cat scan. The machine was in the basement that looked like it was a place in the movies where all the

Next, they put me in a different room upstairs to take some x-rays, they figured out that I had 2 fractures (so practically broken!) They put an enormous cast on my arm that went all the way down to my elbow and I had to wear that for 2 weeks or something like that. After a while of having it on, my arm got numb and I couldn’t feel my hand! When we got traveled back after the 2 weeks they gave me another cast. The difference was that it was smaller and only went down to my wrist also my 2 fingers (pinky and ring) were at a 90 degree angle. They told me “Wear that one for another

Both surgeries were excruciating; however, I listened to praise music and endured. There were some complications. One of which was I had a bad allergic reaction to a medication given to me by the second anesthetist. Miranda was the one who figured out which medication it was and helped me. Honestly, I have little memory of the two weeks I spent in Maryland and prefer to not dwell on them. My daughter Miranda carried me through the storm. She fought with faith at every turn and refused to let me go. Kevin, my parents, Mary, and Alan were there as well. Love surrounded me. Once, I was home I thought the worst was over. But, I was wrong. Night after night I woke up screaming for help in pain and found it very difficult to eat anything. I could swallow frozen ice drinks, but that was about it. I thought it was from the pain of the incision in the front of my neck and would simply heal with time; however, I was

When we got there and a nurse saw dad carrying me in, she immediately got up and grabbed a wheelchair. Dad sat me down and they rolled me into this room and started asking me questions and getting my blood pressure. After that we went into another room with a hospital bed and the nurse said that the doctor will be in shortly. Biggest lie on the face of the planet! We waited for about an hour and a half. What made the wait not so boring was that we watched animal planet while we were waiting. They were having a program about dogs that do weird things. It was hilarious!

The surgery I had was a pretty major surgery some could say, four though six hours and it's compared as open heart surgery. It wasn't the surgical pain though that caused me to stay there longer then i was supposed to no, it was some kind of nerve pain that even the doctors and nurses had know idea what to do. My case was so uncommon they sent me into ICU after fives days of being in pain two hours three times a day. Not knowing what to do the nurses would just shoot me up with a bunch of drugs just to calm down the pain and all I could do was watch as this was all happening while gasping for air.

I fell backwards and heard a crack, after that all I remember is excruciating pain. I was rushed to ER, there was my first encounter with caring and helpful strangers who made the pain disappear and the experience became my rite of passage into the trying, sometimes painful, and always gratifying world of medicine. The root of my desire in entering the medical field is to help people and to provide comfort to them while providing excellent treatment just as I received as a girl that alarming day.

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

Eventually I was brought up to my hospital room and I stayed there for almost a week. This was not a fun week by any means because I literally could not move at all. Another thing that I did not enjoy was the fact that I had my blood tested almost every two hours for at least four days. These tests were to check my blood count, because I lost a lot of blood and I was on the edge of needing a blood transfusion. It was my lack of blood that caused me to be very weak, but after a few days my levels returned to normal so I did not need a transfusion. I was hoping that maybe they would give me a transfusion because I didn’t like being so weak. My doctor thought differently, he refused to order a transfusion unless I absolutely needed one. This is because blood transfusions can be harmful in the bodies healing process after surgery. Even after my blood count stabilized I was still extremely weak and it made everything so much harder.

On July 19 of 2016 I was sent to University of Iowa Hospitals and Clinics to have a surgery done that has took nine years to plan. The surgery was designed to expand the mandible bone, straighten it, and support it with six screws. As I was taken to my surgical room I saw my parents being taken back the pediatric unit to settle into my temporary home. The feeling of not having my parents by my side scared me more than what I was getting prepared for. After all my blood tests and shots I was sent to the surgical room, I remember walking into the room and seeing 20 people preparing for me. While I was being helped on to the bed, someone was placing my compression socks and the intermittent pneumatic compression devices on my legs. Once I got adjusted into the bed they placed a white blanket, intraoperative blanket, and the heated blanket, even though it was only three blankets it felt as if it was crushing me. My nurse held my hand as I started drifting off into sleep.

Waiting for procedures, waiting for results, we waited and waited, and waited some more. Time seemed to stretch on forever. Nevertheless, it was only two weeks. I lost a lot of weight during this time period, due to the fact that many scans that I had to have need to be done on an empty stomach. After the scans, I would soon have my surgery. My surgery kept getting pushed back, causing me to have to continue to wait. Much of my time was spent with my eyes on the large computer screen whilst I played Webkinz, or watching the neverending re-runs of the Bee Movie on the movie channel that was provided. Finally, I was sent into surgery.

The morning of the surgery, we were staying at a little hotel nearby. It was a very early morning appointment and my Mother knew she wouldn’t get enough sleep for the 90 minute drive. Anxiety was up and nobody knew what or how to feel about the whole situation. We all just wanted it over and start the healing process. We got to the hospital and of course we were lost and didn’t know where on earth we were going. We finally found our destination and she was called right on

When we got to Billings, the hospital was the biggest thing I think I will ever see and it looked like it was made out glass through the entire building. Main entrance of the hospital was huge and there were shops everywhere you look all selling different items and all of them looked think I need at least everything in the store. I met the doctor that was going to take a look at me and they wanted to do some test to make sure that nothing else was damaged during the ride up to here. Then the worst thing in my life so far happened, which was that they needed to see where why my kidney was like that so they sent a camera the easiest and fast route to my kidney and that was