Using your eyes to see, is like using your nose to smell, or using your ears to hear. You get my point? Our senses do so many things for us, it is easy to take that for granted. Our senses and body contribute to who we are mentally and physically. Doctors, nurses, surgeons, really anyone in the medical field spend their lives, changing people's lives and may not even know it. That is why they are my Michigan Heroes. My friend, this is story about a a life changing event that those people gave me. What life changing event you might be asking? The gift of sight. Now to help you understand how bad my eye condition was, I'm going to have to "show" you. You've seen twins before right? Picture this, you're outside and it's really foggy out,
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It was wet, muddy and grey out. Everything seemed to be tired, or maybe that was just me. I looked at my watch, it read 6:32 a.m when we pulled into the hospital parking lot. My stomach was doing flips, my hands were beyond clammy, I felt like I was going to be sick. I was, to put it gently beyond nervous. Why was I nervous? I was nervous because today my life would be changed forever, I was going to be cleared of my eye problem that I've had since I was 1. We walked into the hospital and I was trudging, on one hand I was beyond ecstatic, last week I was told that I was going to have eye surgery, and I'd be cleared of most of my eye problem. Who wouldn't want that? On the other hand I was scared because this would change my life, and it would cause so much pain after the surgery was over. When we got in the room I sat in the most uncomfortable chairs the world has to …show more content…
It was time I was about to have a surgery that would change my life. I looked at the nurse, she seemed nice. She had dark brown hair, freckles, and smelled like strawberries. She led me to the room where my parents and I would be staying at the moment, gave me a purple polka-dotted hospital gown to wear. When she got back she had me do all those before surgery prep things, like weighing me, seeing what height I was and so forth. When that was over I laid into my hospital bed waiting for further instructions. She came back with really warm hospital blankets and had me lay down. She was rubbing special stuff all over my arm and told me that the next park was gonna hurt a bit. I looked at my parents, and they said everything was going to be fine. She poked an IV into my arm, when 2 anesthesiologists, one on the older side, and one very young walked in and started to make really corny jokes. They wheeled me down the hallway where the white lights burned my eyes. Last thing I remember was the nurses and anesthesiologists putting a mask over my nose, telling me everything was going to fine, then telling me to count back from 5....4......3....... Then everything went black. When I woke up I had bandages over my eyes, I was very disoriented and loopy, and current I was eating a grape popsicle at that movement apparently my doctors were telling my parent that the surgery went better than expected and I didn't have to wear glasses anymore and I was healed
It was wet, muddy and grey out. Everything seemed to be tired, or maybe that was just me. I looked at my watch, it read 6:32 a.m when we pulled into the hospital parking lot. My stomach was doing flips, my hands were beyond clammy, I felt like I was going to be sick. I was, to put it gently beyond nervous. Why was I nervous? I was nervous because today my life would be changed forever, I was going to be cleared of my eye problem that I've had since I was 1. We walked into the hospital and I was trudging, on one hand I was beyond ecstatic, last week I was told that I was going to have eye surgery, and I'd be cleared of most of my eye problem. Who wouldn't want that? On the other hand I was scared because this would change my life, and it would cause so much pain after the surgery was over. When we got in the room I sat in the most uncomfortable chairs the world has to …show more content…
It was time I was about to have a surgery that would change my life. I looked at the nurse, she seemed nice. She had dark brown hair, freckles, and smelled like strawberries. She led me to the room where my parents and I would be staying at the moment, gave me a purple polka-dotted hospital gown to wear. When she got back she had me do all those before surgery prep things, like weighing me, seeing what height I was and so forth. When that was over I laid into my hospital bed waiting for further instructions. She came back with really warm hospital blankets and had me lay down. She was rubbing special stuff all over my arm and told me that the next park was gonna hurt a bit. I looked at my parents, and they said everything was going to be fine. She poked an IV into my arm, when 2 anesthesiologists, one on the older side, and one very young walked in and started to make really corny jokes. They wheeled me down the hallway where the white lights burned my eyes. Last thing I remember was the nurses and anesthesiologists putting a mask over my nose, telling me everything was going to fine, then telling me to count back from 5....4......3....... Then everything went black. When I woke up I had bandages over my eyes, I was very disoriented and loopy, and current I was eating a grape popsicle at that movement apparently my doctors were telling my parent that the surgery went better than expected and I didn't have to wear glasses anymore and I was healed