My First Surgery
My mom started to worry as we walked into the waiting room. As I got ready for my surgery, I thought, "Will it happen again?" When My name was called, I walked to the operating room, took my clothes off, put on a robe, and layed down on their bed, waiting for the doctor to give me the I.V. As he inserted the needle, I felt more sleepy than ever until 2 a.m.
After that, I fell asleep. I dreamt that I had the freedom of doing anything that I want.. running like a mouse, jumping like a lion, the king of the jungle. I used to have a horrible life. If I did too much physical stuff, my heart would beat as fast as a cheetah... which is abnormal. I missed school activities, games we play in gym, even my 5th grade trip to Philadelphia!
As I opened my eyes, seeing my cardiologist, packing up for the day, I felt two ginormous band-aids on my thighs and they were super tight. I also felt one small version of it on my chest, but I could see under it and saw a bunch of needle pokes. I had my dinner and fell aseep for the day. But as soon as I woke up, my doctor was having a chat about my parents, then when thet were done, the doctor ripped of the band-aids and boy did it hurt.
I got up, changed my clothes, drank my last bit of apple juice, and went on my way to the car, with my mom and dad holding one hand each...just in case I was dizzy. As we drove away from the hospital, I thought about my heart problem, as if I missed, but in 5 seconds, I forgot about it.
I hoped that this was my final surgery in my entire life.
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