Personal Narrative: Soo His Surgery

I had been cringing about day for so long. I was completely terrified to go into that room. As the door opened I was exposed to a cold draft and I could feel the dense air. The day I was told this needed to be done was horrifying, and now it’s actually happening. They rolled me over to a new bed and I looked around seeing doctors everywhere. There was a table that they rolled next to me and on it was things that I can’t even explain. They put a green mask on me with tubes going through both sides of it. They told me I’d get drowsy and all of the sudden I closed my eyes and it was happening. I was getting knee surgery.

It's been almost two years since I lost my dad. Today I sit on his birthday writing this and these words are not enough to describe the pain I feel just thinking of him. People always say it gets easier in time and that is true but don't be fooled by the inspirational quotes, the feeling of loss and emptiness never goes away. My dad was a wonderful, kind man who I shared an irreplaceable bond with. He helped me get through the worst moments of my life without even knowing it. He picked me up, he took care of me and was more of a friend than any of the friends I have ever had growing up. Dad was always there praising me, protecting me and defending me against anyone who put me down. Of course like most good fathers, he was overly protective at times and like most teenagers, I had my rebellious moments. He once caught me drunk and didn't say anything as long as I kept my grades up and didn't get in trouble.

So I was sitting in my tree stand with my uncle like there was nothing but me and the woods. The sensation of not hearing anything but nature itself is so amazing. I was sitting there and all of a sudden I heard something walking in the woods and i got excited hoping it was a deer. Then a few minutes passed and a group of turkeys came out to my feed pile and ate for a while before they left.

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 have very fond memories of my dad. One of the best memories I have with my dad was when we went to watch the new fast and furious movie. We went to the Cinema Carousel

He took care of me and even traveled to CVS to obtain my medication. As well as continuously checking my condition every day. No matter what time I contact him, I constantly know that he will be there for me. As of today he still lives in California, but I know that if I ever needed him he would definitely fly out to New Jersey to support me.

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.

During the thought, I am questioning why I am so calm. This certainly is not the same kid who anxiously waited in the examination room just a few weeks ago. I realize the experience of my knee surgery has transitioned me from childhood into adulthood through my community. I suddenly snap out of this train of thought when I see my surgeon approaching me.

There was this cold, aloof air that swarmed to me in the instant as I opened a tall glass door. I breathed in with my nose and exhaled out of my mouth. This is it, it’s all going to be over in a few hours, I soothed myself. I’ve waited for this day to come for months, not exactly waited, but fought to keep myself calm for these months. Apparently, my kanye is high up in my gum, so I have to undergo a mini oral surgery to expose and bond that tooth. Through days of research, I found out the procedure; the oral surgeon will cut open the gum and put a bracket on the kanye, attach a gold chain to it another tooth. After an hour passed by, an aloof call of my name beckoned my sweaty hand to held on the door handle, and turn. The doctor was a mid-aged

The summer before second grade I hit my head against the padded seat of a bumper car. I started bawling even though I hadn't hit my head that hard. This was the first warning sign.

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.

I looked out the small, glass window of the car. It was July of 2015, and I was about eleven years old. My family and I were in Minnesota, and on our way to Itasca State park. This is where the beginning of the Mississippi is located.On our way there, I saw big, green trees. The sky was a baby blue, and the clouds were big, white , and fluffy as cotton balls. The bright, yellow sun was shining through the fluffy clouds. Finally! The car stopped. And I asked, “Are we here?” The driver responded by saying, “Yes we are.” I started to smile. I flung the door open, and hopped out of the car.

For as long as I can remember, my feet have always caused problems for me. As Big Brother is to Winston Smith, my feet are to me. I am unable to walk or run for a certain period of time without resting because my feet are fragile and easily pained. My feet oppressed me especially this summer, due to the surgery I had on them. The surgery I had made my summer of 2016 the absolute worst I have experienced in my seventeen years of living.

One of my patients on the med/surg floor was the same patient I cared for in the ICU. I was shocked to see him again after week. When I had left him last week he had gone to surgery to have his second right toe removed. Seeing him today I noticed that they removed all toes from his right foot. He have a wound vac placed on his foot to suck up drainage from his surgical site. Within this one week I could see a huge change in him, which was great. Last week he was confused, on restraints, and had a critically high blood sugar. When I got to talk to him he seemed to be a different person because I was able to have a real conversation with him because he was no longer confused. He could remember things from years ago, and he was oriented to his

My friend and I were hanging out in her garage, we were making something for her dad. Then out of nowhere, she said “you should get your ears pierced”. So I said ok, I called my brother to come pick us up so about twenty minutes later he showed up. I started to think about me getting my ears pierced so we went out to Ricke Hogamen’s place and drove down his riding trails and there was a big drop off for dirt bikes and four-wheelers.