Personal Narrative: My Reconstructive Knee Surgery

“Okay Brianna, it's time to go into the operating room and get you all set up”. Those were the last words I heard before I went in for my reconstructive knee surgery last summer in July. When I woke up I didn't know what happened or where I was at the moment until the nurse told me when she woke me up and telling me that my surgery is all done and it went really well! I really don't remember much but I know I started to laugh when I saw a really big brace that started from my upper thigh all the way down to my ankle. It was really big and really heavy! I was out of the hospital a few minutes later after they took my vitals to make sure I was okay and all set to go home. Getting out of the bed was the worst part, imagine being really tired and loopy from the anesthesia and trying to lift your leg with a really big, heavy brace on your leg. On the way home I slept for the most part until I woke up and told my mom I wanted some chicken nuggets because I was starving from not eating all night and day. I got my chicken nuggets and went back to sleep.
I woke up maybe four hours later, I was still pretty groggy. My mom came in and gave me my medicine and told me that Friday which was in three days I had to go to physical therapy. I was dreading Friday, I didn't wanna go, I was super scared and nervous at the same time. Prior to my surgery, I went to P.T for a couple months to strengthen my knee because it was really weak from me not using it and being in a brace. When Friday rolled around I had to be there around eleven thirty. I still couldn't do much, and crutches were hard to use because I was really tired from being in pain, and laying in bed just doing