Surgery: A New Me

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This is an essay that I have to write for my college English course. Its about my surgery. Please give e feed back. I have to turn it in on Friday

Submitted: September 12, 2012

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Surgery: A New Me

Would you have surgery on your foot? I had surgery on my foot to help me walk better. I had a hard time walking again, but I did it. Losing mobility, being unable to walk, and having your life changed for a period of time. Learning how to walk again without anything supporting my leg was an interesting experience.

I had the surgery one summer. I thought it would be easier to do it in the summer because I wouldn't have to avoid people in the hallway while trying to walk. I had to be in a cast for six weeks which drastically changed my life. The cast was hard to maneuver, although I couldn't do much anyway, even walk. This was a challenging thing because I was like a prisoner stuck in a small space. After I got the cast off, they put a boot on which gave me more mobility. After that, I was able to try to walk again, which had its own challenges.

Moreover, I had better support with the boot, but it was still hard to walk. My grandma let me borrow her cane, which helped, but made me very aware if what being older would be like–I would never forget that. After my boot came off, I had a plastic brace. This let me move my foot up and down, but I couldn't move it back and forth.

During the time I was trying to walk, I couldn't stop thinking about my surgery. It kept playing over and over in my head… As my name is called, I enter a cubical. This is where a person garners your information. Things like your name and what medicines you are allergic to. Then she sent me to another room to be prepped for surgery…I walk into the small, sterile-looking room. The white walls and examining table covered with wax paper told me that I was definitely in a hospital. A nurse came in and gave me an uncomfortable gown and some blue socks to put on. Good thing I didn't have to be conscious very long with it on. Then, the nurse came back in and put the IV in my arm…Minutes later, I'm being led into my hospital room. It looked exactly the same, except instead of an examining table, there was a hospital bed and a recliner…I am being rushed into a white room, with many medical instruments. As they rush me in there, one nurse is telling me, “We are going to put a nerve number in your leg so the whole bottom half of your leg won't hurt as bad after the surgery.” Many nurses surround the gurney. A nurse tells me to turn on my stomach, so they can put the medicine drip in the back of my leg. I have an IV in my arm, which one of the many nurses inserts a syringe into it, telling me that the medicine will make me feel calm, relaxed and sleepy. My body soon started to relax, as my eyelids feel like they are glued shut. I can't open them. I would have panicked if my body wasn't so calm…

I realized I was being poked, but I didn't really care. “Are you doing alright up there?” A male voice asked. My lips wouldn't move, all I could say was: “Mmhm.”

They took me back to the room and left me for a while. I was truely scared for this surgery. I had had surgery before, but not one that I couldn't maneuver for several weeks.

After the medicine wears off, the nurses rush me into the operating room. One nurse tells me “I am giving you medicine that works quickly. When it hits your brain, you won't remember anything, you are still awake, but you won't have the memory.” The nurse was right. After he gave me the medicine, the only thing I remember was someone putting an oxygen mask on me and a blood pressure cuff on my right leg.

I woke up to the sound of a nurse’s voice. My mom was sitting right next to me, helping her wake me up. “We are going to let you rest in here for a few minutes then we will take you to your room,” the nurse said. A few minutes later I was back in my room.

I went home the next day and couldn't do much for several weeks. I was able to walk again after my cast was taken off.

When I went in for my follow-up after my leg surgery, they asked me if I wanted to see pictures of my leg during surgery. I said, “Sure?” I wasn't quite sure what kind of pictures they were going to be. My parents were in there with me, they even said after the nurse left, “What kind of pictures are they going to be?” When the nurse brought them up on the computer, they were just x-rays. I told the nurse, “I thought you meant pictures from the actual surgery. You know the bloody ones.” It was really cool though because I could see where they put the screw in the back of my heel.

Learning to walk again was hard, but I got through it. I am glad I had that surgery because it has made it so much easier to walk.

 

 

*****Please give me feedback. I know my weakest point is my conclision. Please help!!!!*****


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