Personal Narrative-Aesthetic Explosion

I have been in the hospital for almost a month. After the bombing the doctors said that it would be impossible for me to ever walk again, let alone run. I remember it all so clearly, like a brand etched into the folds of my brain. It happened just as I crossed the finish line, as my foot passed the checkered strip, there was a piercing sound and I was ejected backwards, flying through the air my body was engulfed in flames. I felt the searing pain of the fire surrounding me, before I faded into unconsciousness.

Three days after the accident, I awoke astonished to find that I was still breathing, but distraught when I saw the effects of the explosion. I had lost of both my legs from the calf down, and had extreme damage to the nerves in my left hand; the doctors said I would be unable to use it ever again. As the days went by, my mood was ever degraded by damage to my body, it felt like I was missing a part of myself, more than just physically, like I wasn’t myself anymore. Dr. Tirjuani, told …show more content…
It was quite a surprise to hear that I would be the first for this new type of treatment, although I was a little nervous to hear they would have to implant something in my brain. I figured it was just my paranoia, which was ever present after the accident. Every loud noise I heard sent me into a fit of hysteria, the doctors diagnosed me with acute post-traumatic stress disorder, but I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity to get my legs and hand back.

On the day of surgery my heart was racing with adrenaline, a combination of nerves and excitement for what would await me when the procedure was finished. The doctor walked me through the motions and I was taken on a gurney to the operating room. I could feel the sweat run down the sides of my face as they put the anesthesia mask on me, before I could pass another thought, I was