Personal Narrative: Dealing With Pain

Tick tock tick tock! Constant unfamiliar sounds flooded my ears as I lay in bed. Something about a hospital transports you to a different place, nothing feels warm and inviting. Lying in bed on June fourteenth dealing with pain from the day’s surgery my mind enjoyed moments of solitude. Remembering things I rather forget I reminisced on the past day. Waking up at five I expected to by home by six that night, the doctors had all but promised. Going in to it the usual procedures happened, the peeing in the cup, blood draw, and signing consent forms. Drifting into anesthesia I felt confident I would wake up with nothing more than a stomachache. Although this day would turn out differently then excepted, at the end I felt blessed.
Like in the movies I shot up, gasping for breath. In shock I looked up hoping the pain in my eyes would summon someone over. Coldly, the nurse came over and asked my pain level. I said a seven and a half, wanting to save my higher numbers for later in life. Giving me morphine the nurse then again left. Panicked, I felt like the surgeon cut me up and placed me in the middle of a random room. Looking back, now I realize the medicine made me loopy and the nurses simply held higher
Removing the vein proved difficult for the surgeon in charge. This led to five incisions, internal bleeding, and displaced bowels. Followed by pain, every move I made proved excruciating for me, but I still had hope of going home. Then shut down from movement, we had to wait till my bowels restarted to go home. Hours passed by and nothing happened. I came in and out of consciousness. Then my brave mother and I decided I should travel to the bathroom. Bad choice, after suffering through the two-yard walk to the toilet I sat down and immediately threw up. Not just once but three times, my body did not react well to the anesthesia and any food or water for twenty four hours came back