It is August 12, 2014, just a few weeks before I start my junior year. The day is beautiful and sunny, yet I am filled with fear and dread. The waiting and the anticipation are torture. This is the second time in three years that I am sitting in a hospital awaiting surgery. I thought I would be calm since it is my second double knee surgery, but clearly I am wrong. My surgery has been delayed and it is now two hours past my appointment. I have not had anything to drink or eat since 5 o’clock the day before and at this point my anxiety level is at a ten. Questions race through my mind. What if this does not work or makes things worse? What if I am still left with the pain? I have too many “what if” scenarios running through my head as my mother sits alongside me trying to keep me calm. I try to listen, but all I can hear is my heart beating out of my chest. …show more content…
As I walk into the operating room, the cold air of the room hits me like a ton of bricks. I nervously canvass the room as my surgeon provides a cheerful greeting. I notice a nurse preparing the medical instruments, the anesthesiologist sitting at the head of the table and a few assistants in gowns. I think to myself, if the person who escorted me into the room was not standing behind me, I could make a quick escape. Instead, he guides me to the operating table where an assistant straps down my arms. At this moment, I am staring at a white plain ceiling, willing myself to stay calm. As the anesthesiologist asks me random questions about myself, I suddenly have the taste of metal in my mouth and my ears start to ring. The voices in the room get further away and there is no longer anything but
My eyes were closed. I could not move, but I could hear everything. Doctors were yelling and frantically scurrying all around me. I could hear the shouting of medicines and dosages as doctors pushed fluids into my IV. Suddenly, everything went blank, and that 's all I remember from my first hospitalization.
Thanking the Sir, I grab my glass and sit down to relax but find myself in a slight state of paranoia. A muffled scream is heard and I see some silhouettes dragging a figure towards a room. Thinking nothing of it, I return to peace taking slow sips of my drink. That peace is broken as I feel two strong men grab me, and someone else covers my mouth with some sort of fabric. Before I can even struggle, I feel my heart ache in pain and my body gives up drifting into a state of sleep.
Therefore, I followed all the procedure and wear the scrubs provided by them. I wear the mask, gown, and gloves and enter the unit. As I enter the unit, I was very nervous and excited to see the surgery. I saw the nurses transferring the patient in
Following Gawande volunteering for Friday the thirteenth, the tension is released when a fellow surgical resident gives Gawande the advice to “Rest up. You’re going to be in for a busy night.” Although this advice is not reassuring for Gawande, the other residents seem to be
I felt a sharp pain from my chest and I collapsed on the ground and I lost consciousness again. I woke strapped to a table this time with people looking down on me I reached for the knife in my jacket and cut the straps on the table and dropped the knife as I ran down the stairs and stopped at the door. It was beginning to open and I hid the people walked by with Dr.Zygon and I was about to reach out
“Please God just let me wake up. I’m too young to go through this. What will happen to my children; who will take care of them? My gut tells me I am doing the right thing, but Lord, please show me your hand is in this.” I hear myself repeating this prayer over and over again.
The knee injuries I got but never wanted Imagine you’re back in the 7th grade. It 's spring sports season and you 're finally able to be on the school 's softball team. There are no tryouts, so you make the 7th-grade team. You 've played softball since you were in the 3rd grade and tee-ball prior to that.
The day i broke my hip I was at the indy 500 party, and then there has a zip line. My dad didn't see how high it was, but it was 8 feet. I was on the zip line, and I hung on to the handle
I was told my mother was on her way and would meet me there. The two words, "Emergency Room" made me think football might be over, When we finally arrived at the hospital; the paramedics took me to an empty bed where my Mom was already waiting. I have never like hospitals, everyone always sounds like they are going to die and the constant long drawn out beeps from the heart monitors always going off. The smell in the hospital didn’t help either. The nurse came in with a needle that in my memory looked long enough to go through my arm. "
It was all a blur. Next thing I know I feel a sharp pain in my arm. I collapse and land head first. My breathing became hard and heavy. My eyes felt like they couldn’t stay up on their own.
It was Friday the 13th. I sat on top of the stiff mattress of a hospital bed, an orange band around my wrist and baggy cotton gown hanging from my limbs. The stinging twinge of an IV needle radiated pain into the side of my arm, and I gnawed away at the inside of my cheeks to distract myself. The echoing of screaming children and nurse’s fast-paced footsteps filled the fluorescent lighted hallways, their sounds mixing in the stale air with the sanitized, soapy smell of hospital. I had woken up that morning to the blaring of my alarm, following the same mundane routine that had been drilled into my head since elementary school: wake up, go to school, come home, do homework, go to sleep, repeat.
I stood up and lost my balance. My head hurt more than ever, because I think I hit it on something but I can not remember much. I heard a whisper in my right year that startled me. I looked behind me and nobody was there. “Leave.”
Injured on bulls Some people say bull riding is a fun sport but there is some consequences in the sport by you will get injured like a broken leg, arm, wrist, ribs, knee, etc… For an example i was 14 i went to Oahu for a bull riding event since i was there i sprained my knee and went to queens for some x-rays and this really impacted my learning for school and school was the next day so i stay home for 2 weeks so is was courageous that my knee will heal In conclusion i wish that i didn’t sprained my knee-cap and wish to come school to see friends and get and education
The start of my anxiety and panic attacks had changed my life and kept me from doing normal things. It first started in 7th grade when I was prescribed vyvanse for
My eyes flickered open revealing two windows connected to a blue wall. I was in bed in a bedroom I'd never seen before. Rolling onto my back I pulled my arms up to wipe my eyes. I had a massive headache, but it could've been from the sunlight. I pulled my arms back and gasped.