Personal Narrative: Open-Heart Surgery

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shined brightly in my eyes and all was seemingly normal. I was in the car on the way to my yearly doctor’s appointment. My mom pulled into the parking lot, I hopped out of the car and shut the door. I could smell freshly cut grass and the wind whispered in my ear as we headed towards the entrance. We walked in and while my mom was checking us in I set myself down and played with one of the toys they had there. Soon enough the nurse lead us back to the room where the doctor would see me. Soon enough, the doctor came into the room, but it was not my normal doctor. This was a substitute doctor because my usual doctor had taken off that day. He weighed me, measured me, and then it was time for him
Kreutzer. Dr. Kreutzer was an expert in cardiology and if I needed to have surgery she would be doing it along with the assist of other doctors. It took a while but eventually, she came in. She said that she looked at the tests and I would not have to have open-heart surgery, but I would still need to have surgery. I was completely petrified I did not want anyone cutting into me or going near my heart. “They will go in through your leg,” she explained, “and then up into my heart where the patch will open like an umbrella and cover the hole.” So my parents scheduled a day where we would go in and they would do the
Later in the day I started to wake up. I felt very tired and sore. I grabbed my teddy bear and saw that they had dressed her in scrubs. Once I was completely awake we ordered food from a company in the hospital called Moose on the Loose. But before I could eat my food, I had to take a baby aspirin. It was orange flavored and I hate orange. But I somehow managed to get it down. After that I could eat my food. I ordered pancakes, jello, ice cream, and a water. I stayed overnight so they could monitor my heart and make sure everything was going accordingly.
The next morning they checked me one last time before I was released out of the hospital and could go home. I was as happy as a child on Christmas morning, The took me out to the car in a wheelchair and then we drove home. When we got home I layed down and relaxed.
Now I know that having surgery is not really that bad. So if you need to have surgery it more than likely will not be as bad as you first