Personal Narrative: My Anesthesiologist

“Everything happens for a reason.” That’s what my mom was trying to tell me as I was lying in a hospital bed having a panic attack. I would be getting a procedure on my hip a few minutes later. Unable to listen to her over the fear that might die. This was my first time getting surgery and going under anesthesia. The anesthesiologist made his way over to my bed now blanketed in tissues and said “Hi, I will be your anesthesiologist for today. So do you have any questions?” All I was able to say with the little breath I had “I’m really nervous”. The tears streamed down my face the moment those words left my body. The more I said them the more real it felt. “I would be too.” he uttered. My mom holding my now sweat filled hand gave him daggers. Granted he was trying to make me feel better, hearing that the guy who would be putting me under would be nervous in my situation too wasn’t the best thing for me. The nurses tried to calm me down and eventually gave me a sedative. I went into the operating room and that’s all I remember. …show more content…
Obviously I had a new hip but a new perspective. Before, I was always a shy person. I never wanted to put myself out there or venture into the world. Home was a safe place for me and I was just fine with that. I’ve always been like that from a 8 month old baby to a year ago. As an infant I never wanted to leave my mother’s side or be in the presence of anyone else. On the first day of kindergarten I cried the whole day because I would be on my own for hours. Fast forward to freshman year, I was having a lot of issues with stress and panic attacks. I was later on diagnosed with anxiety. As I was growing older I had to become more independent but I found it hard to even communicate with strangers, whether it was ordering a meal or talking to someone on the