Personal Narrative: Anesthesia

Tears were rushing down my face as I lied in the rock hard uncomfortable hospital bed. Wearing my ugly gowned and the net for my hair, I was listening to all the beeping from the heart rates. While watching the IV puncture my vein, I could feel cold fluids steaming through my body like a river. I looked down and saw a tube filled with blood and almost gagged. I saw my parents, siblings, and best friend gathered around me wishing me luck. Scanning their facial expressions, I could tell they were nervous. The best part of this experience was I had a very good looking doctor. Although, I still had so many awful thoughts that were traveling through my head. What if I don’t wake up? What if my foot gets amputated? What if the anesthesia doesn’t work and
“10,9,8,7…” At that point on, I was unconscious. I could hear doctors chattering and relaxing music playing in the background. The room was bright white and freezing. Lying there shaking, I saw all the doctors around me and a big blinding light shining on my body. Looking over on the table next to me, I saw all the tools. They looked like the kinds of tools used to dissect a whole body. After I saw that I could barely breath and that was the last thing I could remember. Three hours later, I finally woke up. Not only did I wake up, but I woke up balling my eyes out because I didn’t know where I was. Everything was a blur to me and I didn’t even know what happened. Doctors rushed over to calm me down and explained to me what was going on. After I calmed down, I started cracking some jokes. The doctor told me I wouldn’t be all crazy, but I definitely was. I don’t remember what I was saying but apparently I was a comedian. Soon the medicine wore off. I looked down at my foot and it was all wrapped up in a boot. The pain was throbbing. It felt like someone stabbed a knife right through my bone. That was the most pain I had ever been