Personal Narrative: Becoming A Nurse

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When it was was time to leave my pre op room, and switch to the operating room, I was calm and relaxed, which was strange. Many would think that any twelve year old child would be nervous for their first surgery, especially brain surgery, but for some reason, during the month that I knew about my surgery, I was not that nervous. As I was walking with my OR nurse and my mom to the operating room, the nurse brightly said, “so Claire, do you still want to be a nurse? Because I could tell, you would make an excellent one!" She stated as we were making our way to the orange line that would separate myself and my parents. I laughed as I responded, “yea I still do, I can't imagine being anything else, and i'm already one step ahead, I'm already familiar with the hospital!" I jokingly added as we reached the orange line. “Alright, this is where we have to part, but we promise we will take care of Claire,” my nurse assured as she opened the big brown doors. After my mom wished me luck, she made her way to the waiting room, while I began to make to make my way into the surgical wing, which was a bit more overwhelming then expected. As we walked into the surgery wing, I began to feel a little nervous, "Snap out of It!" I told myself, "I have …show more content…

It was in that moment where I felt complete terror, I muttered,“I cant! No stop I don't want to go,” I cried out, as I shook in embarrasment. The feeling of my body slowly shutting down, scared me, and only negative thoughts of what could go wrong came to mind all in just a matter of seconds. “Claire its ok, just keep breathing, you are going to feel very uncomfortable for a few seconds longer, but I promise you, everything will be ok,” my nurse looked at me as I started to calm down. My anesthesiologist then came to me at suggested that I should imagine blowing out candles, and so I did, and as my imaginary candle went out, so did

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