The room’s bigger…brighter, there are nurses and doctors poking and prodding with needles and fingers. They’re asking questions, inspecting my x-rays, and game-planning the best method for repairing my broken wrist. My world evolves from a universe of pain where time moves at a snail’s pace to movement everywhere and everything is moving at a mile a minute. Everyone introduces themselves and the doctors explain their game plan. The specifics are a blur, but I understand the gist of it. My fingers are locked into finger traps, my palm faces outward, toward the doorway, and my elbow bends at a ninety degree angle. As they begin administering an anesthetic, I mention that “I don’t feel tired at all!” with the youthful enthusiasm of a thirteen year old, only to be out cold within the next ten
The room’s bigger…brighter, there are nurses and doctors poking and prodding with needles and fingers. They’re asking questions, inspecting my x-rays, and game-planning the best method for repairing my broken wrist. My world evolves from a universe of pain where time moves at a snail’s pace to movement everywhere and everything is moving at a mile a minute. Everyone introduces themselves and the doctors explain their game plan. The specifics are a blur, but I understand the gist of it. My fingers are locked into finger traps, my palm faces outward, toward the doorway, and my elbow bends at a ninety degree angle. As they begin administering an anesthetic, I mention that “I don’t feel tired at all!” with the youthful enthusiasm of a thirteen year old, only to be out cold within the next ten