“OH GOD! Make it stop!” Confused and disoriented, she screamed as the nurse and orderly rapidly pushed her gurney through the ER to the OR. “Please…” Pleading to anyone who would listen, the girl thrashed around as yet another wave of torturous pain wracked her body.
Unable to focus on any one person, she heard the voice of an elderly nurse. “Mary, it’s going to be ok. We’re going to make the pain stop.” Through all of the chaos and noise, all the girl could think about was “Who is Mary?”.
Fwomp! As the swinging doors into the OR opened from the force of the gurney, a full staff of more nurses and two doctors stood at the ready, waiting for them and ready to begin. In a whir of beeping and hushed voices, the staff immediately set to work …show more content…
“Not….Mary….Sharon…” Almost immediately, the sedative gas pushed the young girl out of her stressed, combative state and into a muted haze of forced calmness, allowing the doctors to administer the anesthesia which would put her completely under.
Three hours later, the girl woke up in Recovery, unable to move her hips or legs, covered in a generic blue blanket and shivering from the cold. “Where am I?” she asked groggily as the anesthesia slowly worked out of her system.
“You’ve had a rough day, haven’t you, Mary?” the elderly, kind voice spoke again, but the girl didn’t recognize it. “There’s someone you need to meet.”
In an attempt to sit up in the hospital bed, she pushes at the mattress as her eyes finally focus on the nurse who was speaking to her and carrying a small, wrapped bundle over to her. “Who is Mary?” she asked yet again. “My name is Sharon.”
Not saying a word, the nurse set the bundle in her arms. “Well now, one thing at a time, Sharon, but first, meet your daughter.” Gently, the nurse pushed the blanket aside to let her see the face of a recent newborn.
“Who is this?” Sharon asked, not comprehending what was going on. “And who is …show more content…
“I’m not Mary…my name is Lisa.” Her frustration grew when her legs wouldn’t cooperate with her wish to climb out of bed.
Attempting to calm her down, the nurse spoke softly. “Sharon….please calm yourself. We don’t want to upset you. We’re just trying to help you.”
Frustration and anger grew in the girl’s eyes. “What the hell is wrong with you people?! I don’t know a Mary or a Sharon!” With one final attempt to free herself from her bed, she began to pull at the IV, trying to pull it out of her arm. Two strong arms came up from behind her, holding her still as a second orderly administered another sedative to the combative girl, causing her to immediately go limp.
“I’m seeing things, aren’t I?” the nurse asked the doctor as she soothed the now crying baby as best she could. “Did her personality switch before our eyes? What just happened here?”
With a quick glance at now sleeping girl in the bed, the doctor replied. “It appears that Ms. Bennett’s issues range much farther than the severe depression she was originally diagnosed with, Mrs. Smith.” As he stepped over to the nurse, he picked up the patient’s chart again. “…because I believe that Sharon and Lisa had no idea that Mary was
Unable to focus on any one person, she heard the voice of an elderly nurse. “Mary, it’s going to be ok. We’re going to make the pain stop.” Through all of the chaos and noise, all the girl could think about was “Who is Mary?”.
Fwomp! As the swinging doors into the OR opened from the force of the gurney, a full staff of more nurses and two doctors stood at the ready, waiting for them and ready to begin. In a whir of beeping and hushed voices, the staff immediately set to work …show more content…
“Not….Mary….Sharon…” Almost immediately, the sedative gas pushed the young girl out of her stressed, combative state and into a muted haze of forced calmness, allowing the doctors to administer the anesthesia which would put her completely under.
Three hours later, the girl woke up in Recovery, unable to move her hips or legs, covered in a generic blue blanket and shivering from the cold. “Where am I?” she asked groggily as the anesthesia slowly worked out of her system.
“You’ve had a rough day, haven’t you, Mary?” the elderly, kind voice spoke again, but the girl didn’t recognize it. “There’s someone you need to meet.”
In an attempt to sit up in the hospital bed, she pushes at the mattress as her eyes finally focus on the nurse who was speaking to her and carrying a small, wrapped bundle over to her. “Who is Mary?” she asked yet again. “My name is Sharon.”
Not saying a word, the nurse set the bundle in her arms. “Well now, one thing at a time, Sharon, but first, meet your daughter.” Gently, the nurse pushed the blanket aside to let her see the face of a recent newborn.
“Who is this?” Sharon asked, not comprehending what was going on. “And who is …show more content…
“I’m not Mary…my name is Lisa.” Her frustration grew when her legs wouldn’t cooperate with her wish to climb out of bed.
Attempting to calm her down, the nurse spoke softly. “Sharon….please calm yourself. We don’t want to upset you. We’re just trying to help you.”
Frustration and anger grew in the girl’s eyes. “What the hell is wrong with you people?! I don’t know a Mary or a Sharon!” With one final attempt to free herself from her bed, she began to pull at the IV, trying to pull it out of her arm. Two strong arms came up from behind her, holding her still as a second orderly administered another sedative to the combative girl, causing her to immediately go limp.
“I’m seeing things, aren’t I?” the nurse asked the doctor as she soothed the now crying baby as best she could. “Did her personality switch before our eyes? What just happened here?”
With a quick glance at now sleeping girl in the bed, the doctor replied. “It appears that Ms. Bennett’s issues range much farther than the severe depression she was originally diagnosed with, Mrs. Smith.” As he stepped over to the nurse, he picked up the patient’s chart again. “…because I believe that Sharon and Lisa had no idea that Mary was