Going In:
Big metal room. So big, so many people. My Mom, my Dad, in chairs looking at me. Me, on a rolling stretcher, waiting, inhaling the laughing gas. The surgeon telling corny jokes, trying to calm my parents and I down. So much metal. Steel piping everywhere. This is where I went in. To have surgery.
Coming out:
I wake up. In a room, on a bed, with an IV hooked up to my arm. My Mom, My Dad, in chairs looking at me. My Mom crying. Tan, cream walls. A curtain. The nurse walks in.
Recovering:
Ice cream, so much ice cream. In bed for so, so long. It felt like the best day of my life when I could go outside.
This is when I got my tonsils taken out.
I know the feeling!
ReplyDeleteCreepy, but great writing!
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ReplyDeleteI like how poetic this sounds! Nice work!
ReplyDeleteThis is an Awsome slice!(also i could not help but "feed" the fish for a while... ok a long time) Thy are SOO cool!
ReplyDeleteI think that you really showed how you experienced getting your tonsils removed form your perspective and from your parents'. I've been on both sides and I think I'd almost rather be the patient...at least you're asleep and miss most of it.
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