Personal Narrative: My Pulmonary Valure

Have you ever had heart surgery, or any surgery of any kind? I have had heart surgery three times in my life. The reason for the first to was that I had outgrown my current donor. When I was born my Pulmonary Valve for very small, to small to let blood through. The Pulmonary valve allows blood to go to the lungs and get oxygen, so it is a very important part of the heart. Mine was too small, so blood would have clotted behind it and almost none of my blood would have got oxygen to carry throughout my body. I went through a lot to get it fixed, and the experiences I had were probably good for me in the end. On both those occasions, I was in the hospital for about one and a halt to two weeks, then I was let out. While I was in the hospital, I had two drainage tubes in me. The bigger I got, the bigger the tubes. These tubes removed pus, blood, and other junk from my heart and the area surrounding it, so that it did not become clotted. When they remove the tubes, they give you a drug that makes you go into a half-sleep, still seeing but not comprehending. When they remove the tubes, all you feel is a slight cramping where the tubes were. Then they stitch the holes closed …show more content…
I was tired of the constant attention the doctors gave me, the constant needles they stuck into me, and the constant beep of the machine beside me. My mind continually would drift to the concrete outside my house. To the basketball hoop that stood tall at the edge of the concrete, standing as unused as the first Iphone. I belonged there, with the constant pounding of the ball on the pavement, the swish of the net or the clang of the rim. I did not belong in the hospital, lying in bed watching TV and silently urging time to move faster. I was tired of the hospital, the doctors, the nurses, and most of all the lack of activity. I needed to be home as soon as