It was 5:30 in the morning, and we were going to the hospital for my heart surgery. Fifteen minutes later we were there. We sat in the waiting room, we did our paperwork, and finally we got to go into the room. They gave me medicine so I went to sleep, and they put me in a bed. They were asking me what my favorite college basketball team was. I said "UK" and then I fell asleep for my surgery.Hours later I finally woke up. My parents gave me a big hug and the doctors gave me slushies and animal crackers. Then they finally said I could go home. Finally I got to go home! I laid in my bed and watched TV and I got cookie cake and I got a phone. I played games on my phone.The next day I was feeling better, and my mom gave me chicken noodle soup,
mmm! My favorite! She gave me sprite, and I played on my phone some more and watched tv. Then I went to sleep at 3:30 until the next day.I stayed home for one more day before I got to go back to school. My class sent me cards and tomorrow I am going to say thank you. I did the same thing as yesterday.Finally, I was at school, and I said thank you to everybody for the cards. Then I did the math and I ripped out my homework, RIP. It was time for recess, I played football, and I got two touchdowns! Then it was time to go home.
We went to the museam, it was rlly col. then i wnt to the pzza stor, i got a slize it tastd rlly good. Whn we got home i was ging dwn the strs, i fell and it hurt real bad. For dinnr i had a pice of chikn and rice. Aftr dinnr i changd to my pj’s and went 2
When I think about the moments leading up to my diagnosis I remember feeling weak, confused, shaky and sleepy. I did not notice that I had began sleeping throughout the day. My body was craving soft drinks like soda and juice but not food. Days would go by and I eventually fell into a deep slumber that I found myself only waking up from to use the bathroom. I knew something was wrong and that if I did not get to a hospital it would get worse. Nothing could have prepared me for the life changing diagnosis I would receive.
I’m actually kind of shocked I could write about recovery because it is a topic with a special meaning to myself. But, I found it easier to write about my own experience with a negative event this time, and I believe it is because I grew as a writer. I saw the value the personal testimony adds to a piece, and thus I could add my own story.
This weekend I was paired up with a nurse from the floating pull. It was a very interesting experience. For the first time since the beginning of the semester I can say that I was faced with a lot of critical thinking situations. I spend the day running around reminding my nurse of things he forgot or task we had to finish. It was already 2:00 pm and I still hadn’t performed an assessment on a patient, at this point I remember what Mrs. McAdams had said before “ we are in the hospital to help but our main priority is to learn and practice our skills” so I made the critical-thinking decision to tell my nurse that I needed to at least complete an assessment and since we were about to discharged a patient I could performed a final assessment on him before going home. I performed my assessment, had time to document and helped my nurse with the discharged. This weekend was a very challenging clinical for me but I also learned a lot. I learned to managed my time better, be proactive in my clinical experience and I also found my voice.
It’s amazing how a horrific and negative life changing event can encourage and guide you in the path of your future. The end result may not be visible when it first takes place, but the process of a recovery can be extremely educational. You see, I was provided the opportunity of job shadowing firsthand the fields of athletic training and physical therapy due to a knee injury. I believe the majority of people would consider a severely damaged knee a dramatic setback in life. I was able to find the silver lining during the recovery.
This experience happened doing my fourth surgical procedure so it was not exposure to a new or unfamiliar situation. I would attribute my abnormal behavior as a reaction to anesthesia, but unfortunately this experience has become a new normal for me post-surgery. My behavior took place after I received the pre-surgery anesthesia, and as I was entering the operating room. This was the first time that I was not fully under before being moved to the operating room. Something different happened during this procedure and upon entering the operating room, I experienced extreme anxiety/claustrophobia or most likely panic attack when I observed what appeared to me as the tiniest room ever. Psychically, I tried to get up from the bed as I desperately wanted to get out of the room and far away. I experienced a racing heart rate, my chest being squeezed tightly as if to remove all remaining air, and extreme fear as it felt like the medical personnel were restraining me while they placed the gas mask on, end of recollection. Fast forward to recovery approximately 8 hours after a normal 2-hour procedure. The procedure went as expected, it was post recovery where I encountered complications. [Post-surgery remarks explained to me by medical staff and wife] during recovery, it was as if I were
When I came inside I was so cold that I felt like a ice cube so my mom made me some hot chocolate. The hot chocolate was steaming hot! I had to wait for 8 mins, but it was worth it because it was so tasty and warm. My mom then told me that dinner was done. When I had smelt the delicious dinner mom made, my stomach had roared with hunger and I swear everyone heard it. We had a giant turkey, some mashed potatoes, and mac cheese it was the perfect family dinner, so delicious. When dinner was done, my mom said I had to lay down for school tomorrow so I leaped in my warm, cozy bed and put the covers over me and my mom said “Goodnight.” Man, today just seemed to fly by so quickly with all the excitement I had. As i drifted off to sleep all i could think about was how much fun my day was and I wish every week we had a snow
The next morning we got up and went to breakfast at the hotel. When I was done eating I went to put my gear in my dad's truck and get ready. It was cold, so cold that my hair froze in the forty five seconds that i was out there. When I went inside I got my dad and we went to the rink.
I do not remember the first surgery I had. I was still a red cheeked, blue eyed, tiny infant that had a mind to young to remember the operation. The memories I have from the second one, however, are still fresh in my mind. What seemed to last only minutes, lasted for hours, and I progressed through various feelings, thoughts, and expectations. While waiting for the nurse, in the ocean blue scrubs, to enter the room, I felt many different feelings.
so we all stayed in one huge group. The next morning I woke up and there was a smell of the forest and the cold crisp air. I ran to my mom, she was sitting down on a brown wooden crate. While she sat there I was in front of her asking” where is dad” and she responded back with an extremely sad voice “ he went to get us something to eat” as I waited in front of her I had a little black hat and I pulled it down so I covered my whole face from the cold
I looked at my parents as they went over the form with me before we left for the airport.
It was moving day. We were moving to a strange town. They didn’t even know if we had a house.We just had to go no matter what. When I got in the van my little sis said “do you know if we have a house “ “no”I said back “oh” said my sis. I told her “don't be disappointed” I said “you’ll make new friends” she said back “but I don't want new friends” “I'm sure you'll come around”I told her. Then mom came in and we were on are way
It’s never fun to go through surgery, no matter what it is. It doesn’t matter if it’s for your own health, for someone else’s wellbeing, or for emergency scale circumstances. Finding out that a surgery is necessary for life to go on is a bit of a shock. First comes the knowledge that surgery is necessary, than information on what will happen during surgery. Most people wonder what’s the worst possible thing that could happen during a procedure of such importance. Some will ask what’s the survival ratio or other consciences to a surgery. Others think of ways to avoid surgery all together. Even knowing that there’s a possibility things can go wrong shakes most people with fear.
Every day you hear of people having some sort of surgery on their body. Well can you imagine having a brain surgery? Well I’ve actually experienced it, and I’m going to tell you how it all started. A soft cough and I felt a soft pain; then, I sneeze and I feel a sharper pain. At first, these symptoms did not mean much to me and I never thought much about them, but who knew that one minor car accident would trigger and lead to multiple MRI’s? That minor accident I was involved in was a blessing for me because two years ago I was diagnosed with a brain malformation. Later I became aware that I was born with it and it is rare.
After we got off the airplane, we rented a car and drove to my Uncle Joe?s house. We finally got there and then we all went out to eat dinner. We went to some Italian restraunt and boy was it good. To this day, I have never tasted anything as good as the Veal Picata I had that day. I ate so much that I could hardly move and once I got back to my uncle?s, I just passed out and went to bed. I had a big and exciting day ahead of me. I was going to Universal Studios and I couldn?t wait.