The day of my operation

The day of my operation I wasn’t scared. I was just ready to get it over with. So my mother drove me to the hospital as we prayed. We sat in the waiting room for over an hour which was so boring. The only thing that was keeping me entertained was that there were two ladies that were speaking in sign language sitting across from me which was fun to watch. A kind nurse took me to a room and I got into my gown. She asked 2 million questions. Then another doctor came in and asked 2 million questions. And so on until I got my shots. Two anesthesiologists showed up in my room and asked if I was ready. I said “Yeah” and they injected me with some serum. My eyes immediately began to droop and all I was thinking was “what the heck did they just put in me”. They wheeled me into a room and I maneuvered myself over to the table where they would perform the surgery. I looked up into a light and…

The next minute I woke up in a bed looking at my two feet and there was a lady I’d never seen before next to me. “You’re finally awake sleepy head” she said. Apperantly I’d been asleep for an hour after my surgery was over. I didn’t even greet her I just said in a sort of angry way, “I thought I wasn’t going to have cast for my leg after the surgery was over!?”. She told me that it wasn’t a cast, it was giant bandage that they had to rap my leg in. What! They put me in a wheelchair and my mother drove around to the front of the hospital to help me into the car. That anesthesia is very strong because even by the time I got home my balance was so shot that I could barely crutch myself in a straight line down the hall. It was 2:00p.m. and I just lied in my bed and went to sleep because it had been a long day.