Personal Narrative: My First Surgery

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

Last year with my hockey team, we got together and made blankets for sick children about to have surgery at Children's Hospital in St.Paul. About a week later, we went to the hospital and delivered the blankets to the rooms that the children would be in right before surgery. It was really fun making the blankets, and everyone felt really good afterward knowing that they were supporting the children about to have children. We did this last winter, I am not sure the exact

I once went with my aunt to an event for season seat holders at Staples Center in Downtown Los Angeles to get autographs from some of the Los Angeles Kings, to tour the locker room, and to get pictures with all of the banners in Staples Center that hang way up high over the cold ice. I went with my aunt because my uncle had hip replacement surgery earlier that month, which he was still recovering from, causing him to not be able to go. I was so excited that the day felt like it took forever to come. Most of that day, I was in a pensive mood, thinking about what was to come.

“At first I didn’t think it was that serious, I thought the BB pellet had just irritated my eye,” Matthew said.

Rach, can you do the dishes before we go to the party?” My mom’s voice called up the stairs. No, I don’t want to do the dishes. “I’ll be there in a minute,” I sighed, sinking farther into my cocoon, pulling the fuzzy blankets closer to my face and breathing their sweet lavender, cotton sent. I felt secure, for a moment. In the next moment, Anxiety came. He nestled his dark face tenderly in my neck then squeezed my face firmly into his, my ear pressing painfully against his icy gray lips. He dug his talons into my stomach and he slowly wrapped me into his bitter cold body. I shivered. Another presence entered, wrapped in a blanket nearly as black as Hell, He took the dripping wet blanket off himself, laid it on me and then evaporated.

I had my fourth knee surgery this past winter and my goal is to let go of my fear. I have one more sports season left before graduation. If I complete the full season, it will be the first time since my sophomore year that I have done so. I know that I will not be able to achieve the goal of playing a full season without letting go of my fear, and after four consecutive seasons on the sidelines I have come to fear more then just injury. I have come to fear not having the talent to play at the high school varsity level. I fear that the coaches will only see my as a injury waiting to happen and not as an athlete. I fear a season spent worrying about what could happen oppose to whats happening in the moment. I fear another season on the sidelines.

It all began with excruciating pain in my right shoulder, then came many amount doctors, and finally devastating news, I was going to have to have surgery. The news hit me like a semi-truck, I had to face my worst fear on January 27, 2016. When people first heard of my unfortunate situation they would pity for they knew what happens to softball players after surgery. Surgery is one of the hardest things to come back from in the softball world. Most players do not come back from arm surgery because it is a long and painfully process. This information terrified me, I loved softball it was my passion the idea of it being taken away from me broke my heart. I could not face the facts,therefore, I pretended my surgery date would never come. I took

It all started with a wrestling accident. As the bell rang, signifying the end of the match, my opponent ripped his arm from my now relaxed grip, freeing himself from my hold. I stood and extended my hand to help him up, but he hesitated to take it, his focus transfixed on my hand. I adjusted my gaze to what he was fixated on - my now grossly malpositioned ring finger. With my adrenaline quickly wearing off, my brain was now able to fully process the full extent of my injury, allowing the pain to reach my consciousness. I needed to visit the emergency room.

I woke up in the middle of the night and as I go down the hall, there I see in the living room, my dear mom. Awake in the middle of the night watching television as she cannot seem to find sleep. She suffers from insomnia, meaning she is unable to fall asleep or stay asleep at night. For as long as I can remember when my brother and I were little my mom was always very active. She was always on the go and was usually non-stop, very hardworking. It was up until about 11 years ago, she had a work-related accident and injured her lower back. She went to doctor after doctor to try and relieve her pain, but never seem to find it. I was in my high school years and those years teens always think they know it all and do not always pay attention to

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

I have a bit of a situation. I found out at the end of July I need abdominal surgery for an extremely large hernia. unfortunately it has taken my doctor this long to get it approved thru my insurance but they finally have and have scheduled the surgery for 10/10/2016. I just looked at the calendar and that's the week of midterms. Is there any possible way for me to take the midterm early? Here's the thing, if that is going to be an issue at all, I will reschedule because getting my degree is that important to me. Yes I need this surgery, but I didn't think I'd ever get a second chance to finish school when we had to move here. However, I did get another chance to finish my degree and when insurance was fighting to approve this surgery I thought

Once, we were in the hospital the doctors talked to my parents for what felt like 10 hours to 7 year old me. Then the nurses helped me onto a table and wheeled me into the room where my surgery was going to take place. A doctor came over and started to tell me how he was going to put me to sleep. He gave me the anesthetic and started singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to keep me relaxed. After that, everything was kind of a blur. They next thing that actually stuck was dinner. I can still remember exactly what I ate, I was given turkey and mashed potatoes with gravy. For desert, they gave me strawberry jello. Promptly after dinner I passed out again, I felt like I could sleep for a

I was 11 months old at 9PM, when me and my parents were driving to a elegant restaurant. I was really excited in a playful naughty kind of way. As soon as I got out our motorcycle I ran through many motorcycle. I was about to touch a silencer of a bike that was really hot. My mom saw what I was about to do, so she grabbed me quickly by the hand and pulled me as hard as she could, but she made a mistake that she didn’t anticipate.

For as long as I can remember, my mother has been a loving and caring person. But, also for that time, she was constantly in chronic pain. Even when she could barely get out of bed, she would put up her best foot and still care for me and my little sister. But, in the last couple of years, this has lead to surgery after surgery. Usually with little to no results (because she's diabetic, most of the time her body rejects whatever was put in to help her).