Knee Surgery Disaster
When I was a kid, I was a happy and quiet one. As I grew older, I started to think that I was unstoppable and immortal. I loved watching and playing soccer. Loving it so much to the point that I wanted to learn all the tricks and plays and become a famous soccer player. Like most I believed I could do anything and nothing could stop me from achieving my goals. Everything was great in my life until it came crashing down like a building to the ground in pieces. The crashing waves would soon teach me the importance and meaning of being strong when you feel the weakest, how hard work pays off in the end, and that I was in fact mortal like everyone else in the world. It all started in the cold wintery month of February. …show more content…
The days flew by quickly and before I knew it surgery day had arrived. I woke up feeling nervous and terrified of what might go wrong. Surgery would start at 7:00 am meaning I had to get up at 5:00 am to be there early. Being awake since 5:00 am and not being able to eat anything till after my surgery left me feeling more nervous, hungry, and cranky. After getting taken to my room and changing into my hospital gown, the nurses came into the room to take my temperature, blood pressure, and heartrate. Once they got done taking those and determined that it was okay to go ahead with the surgery they placed an IV in my arm and gave me my sedation. Then after a few more minutes of waiting off to surgery I went. They rolled me back to the room I would be having surgery. I remember my surgeon telling not to worry and that it would be over quickly. After they rolled me into the room, the nurses made a joke or said something and I laughed before passing out. I do not know how long I was out but my mom said my surgery took longer than it was supposed to. I fell back asleep two to five times before waking up to see my mom, dad, step-dad, and grandmother in my hospital room. The nurses came in and checked on me before leaving. I
When I was a kid, I was a happy and quiet one. As I grew older, I started to think that I was unstoppable and immortal. I loved watching and playing soccer. Loving it so much to the point that I wanted to learn all the tricks and plays and become a famous soccer player. Like most I believed I could do anything and nothing could stop me from achieving my goals. Everything was great in my life until it came crashing down like a building to the ground in pieces. The crashing waves would soon teach me the importance and meaning of being strong when you feel the weakest, how hard work pays off in the end, and that I was in fact mortal like everyone else in the world. It all started in the cold wintery month of February. …show more content…
The days flew by quickly and before I knew it surgery day had arrived. I woke up feeling nervous and terrified of what might go wrong. Surgery would start at 7:00 am meaning I had to get up at 5:00 am to be there early. Being awake since 5:00 am and not being able to eat anything till after my surgery left me feeling more nervous, hungry, and cranky. After getting taken to my room and changing into my hospital gown, the nurses came into the room to take my temperature, blood pressure, and heartrate. Once they got done taking those and determined that it was okay to go ahead with the surgery they placed an IV in my arm and gave me my sedation. Then after a few more minutes of waiting off to surgery I went. They rolled me back to the room I would be having surgery. I remember my surgeon telling not to worry and that it would be over quickly. After they rolled me into the room, the nurses made a joke or said something and I laughed before passing out. I do not know how long I was out but my mom said my surgery took longer than it was supposed to. I fell back asleep two to five times before waking up to see my mom, dad, step-dad, and grandmother in my hospital room. The nurses came in and checked on me before leaving. I