I threw up from the anesthesia. I could not have anything to drink to get the taste out of my mouth but the nurse let me wash my mouth out with apple juice. The surgery had taken forty-five minutes. My doctor did not find anything major, nothing to explain the pain. I was in recovery for six hours because I had appalling side effects from the anesthesia. Shortly after, the physical therapist made me get up and practice going up and down the steps with crutches while I was dizzy. When I got home, all I wanted to do was take my pain medicine and sleep. I could not eat anything; all I did was sleep for the next twenty-four hours. The next three days were filled with excruciating pain. I did not want to move at all. I stayed on the couch. I was home from school for five …show more content…
But I did not give up. I am never giving up until I am cured of my pain. I went through three more doctors until I found the one that I know is going to help me get better. The moment he walked into the room, I just felt like I was in the right hands. I left his office crying, but this time, they were tears of joy because the last four years I had felt like just a case number but this surgeon sees me a person with real issues that need help. I have gotten tangible hope from him. It has been almost a year and two surgeries since I have meant the man whom I know will fix me, once deemed