Surgery
It was a dark and stormy night. No, I’m joking. This happened a long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away. No, I’m lying. It was an average Australian day except I was far from an average place. The doctor’s waiting room. The first thing I saw when I entered was the bright, white light.
It was a blinding, piercing light that drilled into your eyeballs. One thing that everyone should be able to relate to are the chairs that the doctors expect you to sit on. They are the definition of uncomfortable. Their broken springs, the creaky noise they make when you make a miniscule movement, the colour choice which makes you cringe and worst of all…the stains. You never know what or who has sat on these chairs infecting them with their illness. …show more content…
Geez if you’re leading someone to their doom at least say their name correctly”.
I followed the nurse to my ultimate fate: laser surgery on my foot.
The GP had announced that I had a foot infection centuries ago (well, twenty-three days) and my parents were finally going to do something about it! Unfortunately that something involved needles, laughing gas, an ugly hospital surgery frock and hospital food (something which is so disgusting the English language has not yet invented words to describe that pathetic excuse for actual food).
The nurse’s high heels went click-clack on the marble ground like the clock, counting the seconds left to my peril. Once dressed up in an ill-fitting, blue hospital frock and my hair held in a white hair net, I lay down on the operating table. The nurse wheeled me through multiple corridors and doorways. She was deceptively strong for her size (she could be scientifically classified as a dwarf). We stopped in the operating room. All the shiny metal gadgets were shining in my eyes. My heart worked double-time, pumping so hard it felt like someone was punching my chest. My breathing noticeably quickened and my knees turned to
It was a dark and stormy night. No, I’m joking. This happened a long, long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away. No, I’m lying. It was an average Australian day except I was far from an average place. The doctor’s waiting room. The first thing I saw when I entered was the bright, white light.
It was a blinding, piercing light that drilled into your eyeballs. One thing that everyone should be able to relate to are the chairs that the doctors expect you to sit on. They are the definition of uncomfortable. Their broken springs, the creaky noise they make when you make a miniscule movement, the colour choice which makes you cringe and worst of all…the stains. You never know what or who has sat on these chairs infecting them with their illness. …show more content…
Geez if you’re leading someone to their doom at least say their name correctly”.
I followed the nurse to my ultimate fate: laser surgery on my foot.
The GP had announced that I had a foot infection centuries ago (well, twenty-three days) and my parents were finally going to do something about it! Unfortunately that something involved needles, laughing gas, an ugly hospital surgery frock and hospital food (something which is so disgusting the English language has not yet invented words to describe that pathetic excuse for actual food).
The nurse’s high heels went click-clack on the marble ground like the clock, counting the seconds left to my peril. Once dressed up in an ill-fitting, blue hospital frock and my hair held in a white hair net, I lay down on the operating table. The nurse wheeled me through multiple corridors and doorways. She was deceptively strong for her size (she could be scientifically classified as a dwarf). We stopped in the operating room. All the shiny metal gadgets were shining in my eyes. My heart worked double-time, pumping so hard it felt like someone was punching my chest. My breathing noticeably quickened and my knees turned to