Personal Narrative: Turbinectomy

On June 1st 2016 I went into the hospital, confident that when I came out I would be able to breathe. On this day I went in to get some of the bones in my nose removed, this procedure is called a turbinectomy. Before this I could hardly breathe out of my nose, for months and months, I thought it was allergies but when I went to Dr. Glen Porter he told me that my turbinates were swollen to the point that I could hardly breathe through my nose. He said he could take the bones out and I would be able to breathe. This is what I wanted to do, little did I know this surgery and recovery would be a five week long process that no one had anticipated. June 1st started early in the morning with the painful noise of my alarm clock; it read 5:30

I wake up in the recovery room with blurred white lights that blind me like the sun. Nurses run everywhere but I close my eyes because the pain is intense. It is in my eyes, it is in my ears, it is deep inside my head. It burns like a raging fire and the flames spread through my head. “It hurts so bad mom” I cry.
“Can you give him more pain killers?” my mom exclaims to the nurses rushing around me.
“We are trying, we can 't get it in the system, it 's new; we are still figuring it out.” This gives me a sense of hopelessness, they have the vials right there, they have the means to help me. However, they cannot use it without the proper authority given by the computer system. I manage to fall back asleep.
I awaken to the same scene I saw what seemed like only a few minutes earlier. I try to keep my eyes open but I cannot, as I slip back into the realm of unconsciousness. I

“Goodnight everyone” I say as I slowly move downstairs towards my room. It’s a Tuesday night, it 's typical in every way. I fall asleep only to be awoken at 2 AM. I wake up in a haze and my nose is running bad. “What the heck, I need to blow my nose” I push over the covers and I head towards my door. My door is locked so I fumble with the lock in my sleepy stupor and push my snot covered hand on the wall to open the door. My nose is still running. I head into the bathroom and turn on the lights. I get some tissues and after my eyes adjust to the light I realize that it is not snot, it is blood. It is my blood; and I am covered