The Surgery

Friday 9th October: I got home from school and started to feel pain. I didn’t know what had happened. The pain was so immense I could barely walk. Over the weekend it was getting worse so my caring mum gave me some medicine. I was upset and I didn’t know how long it would last.

By Monday my mum decided to take me to hospital, I really didn’t want to go but I had no choice. Surprisingly, I actually wanted to go to school. Anyway, I couldn’t do anything to not to go to hospital. When we got there the nurses took me to the ward (L9 c.a.t). When I got in there they told me I had to have surgery. When they told me that I was going to have surgery I started crying because I had never had surgery before. They said they didn’t know what it was until they cut into me. At around 8:00, I got into my hospital gown and went into my bed. As they took me in, I got more and more worried. When I was under the operating light the doctors told me some jokes as they injected the anesthetic into my hand and told me to put an oxygen mask on my face. Then I fell asleep, I didn’t know what happened in the surgery as I was asleep.

When I woke up I was dizzy and didn’t have a clue what was going on. My mum told me when I was fully awake that when I was under the anesthetic she was talking to me and I bopped her on the nose and said, “You’re funny.” When she told me that, I laughed because it was such a ridiculous thing to say. By this time, I had been awake for roughly an hour and a half.

I didn’t fancy breakfast and I couldn’t wait to be discharged to go home. 10:47 am the doctors came and had a look at a piece of paper with my heart rate and if I was healthy enough to go home. The doctor looked at me and said, “You’re healthy enough to go home.” I was so happy to walk again. When I got home I relaxed on my sofa and watched TV.