Personal Narrative-I Anticipate In My Knee Surgery

It was a fourth down, and I was covering a punt when my knee hyper extended backwards and buckled inwards. The movements were accompanied by a loud “pop,” and it would clug like a car shifting. I fell onto the ground and my knee had a slight burn to it, it was like hot water filling inside my knee. After an evaluation from the trainers it was clear that I had torn both my Anterior Cruitiate Ligament and my medial collateral ligament. It left my knee as unstable as two pencils stacked on top of each other. And so, it was time for knee surgery. The injury occur o a warm 20th of September and my surgery was on a much colder October 22nd. As I entered the hospital I noticed that by this time the trees had become really bare. The beauty of the fall was gone and winter was coming quick. The trees had fallen halos of leaves underneath them, and a few at a …show more content…
I arrived there around 7 am and was sent into pre-op. Nurses then told me to change into one of those silly hospital dresses and wait in the bed. I was given a pill to help prep me for surgery and had an IV stabbed into my hand twice. (Twice because they missed the vein teefirst time) The pill was probably a Xanax. The effects of it quickly hit me and I start to get fuzzy here. The doctor came in and marked up my knee with all kinds of purple marks, and I could not tell what they were because my contacts had to be out. On my way to the operating room I was pumped with anesthetic medication and slowly lost consciousness. I woke up in a post-op room drowsier than anything I’d ever experienced before. I was badgered with the same question over and over. Everyone was asking,” DO you have to pee.” Now, until this day I have no clue why even my family members asked this, along with every nurse n charge of me. Anyways I left the hospital around 12pm. I only remember getting home and sleeping. I slept technically until 8am the next day, but psychologically for