Surgery :: essays research papers

SurgeryMy stomach and throat seemed to be playing ping pong with my heart as I entered the hospitals waiting room. All week I had been playing it cool telling everyone that the surgery was not that big of a deal, and that I was enthused about every last(predicate) the attention I would be receiving. But today reality had hit me. I had never been through anything like this before.The waiting room was sparsely change with families waiting for their loved ones. I tried to look at the various magazines, but nothing helped relieve the tight feeling in my stomach. Finally later on what seemed like an eternity the nurse called my name. I slowly got up, and headed through the door with my family. I was thankful that they were there. Their presence made me feel more at ease. I was asked to change into the attractive dress without a back, and then I was handed some funny looking socks. I looked like an eighty year onetime(a) lady in a fifteen year-olds body with my new outfit. Another nu rse entered the room to take my vitals, and give me an IV, the needle that she pulled out of the charge plate looked huge. I had had shots before, but an IV was a completely different deal. After the IV was secured, I was afraid to move my arm, in case the IV cruel out, because I was not having the nurse stick me again. With my vitals recorded, and my first shot administered to relax me, I was feeling slightly better about the procedure. Just when I was convincing myself that this would not be so bad, a nurse with a sour disposition came to wheel me away. Then it hit me, my family could not follow me to this adjacent part, I was on my own. I had hardly noticed their presence for the last half hour, but now I was suddenly aware of their pending absence. As they wheeled me down the hall away from my mom, dad and sister, I had the urge to jump out of the Gurney, and race back to them.