Manpreet
The Surgery
“Good luck”, encouraged my mom and dad but the trembling in their voice gave away the fear. I was seven years old when I had been given anesthesia for the second surgery on my right arm. I let out a scream when the orderly gave me the shot. It was like glass poking in on bare skin. My head kept falling to the side and then jerking back up as I was being carried along in a little car-like structure. Not sure what it was, though. I felt so…….un-alive.
Alright, you’re confused aren’t you? Let’s go to the flashback. I was born legs-first which, let me tell you, is quite rare. And as the doctor tried to take my right arm out, he pulled my hand back too hard! My fingers bent back to my wrist and it hurt a million! (For the record, I’m left-handed so the thought of suing the doctor didn’t work
out.)
Back to the story? Okay! As I was getting rolled in, I gave a last glance to my parents. My dad burst into tears and my mom couldn’t stop hers either.
After four hours of difficult surgery, I finally became conscious. But I had to stay in the hospital three more days because my cast wasn’t ready. After I got my cast, hot pink of course, I had it on for three months. Lack of education caused me to be homeschooled. But it didn’t bring me down.
Finally that November day-- oh, how I loved that November day—the cast came off! The first thing my parents said to me was,“Hello, good morning!” I could feel their happiness. And that made me happy. In fact, my dad was so happy that he took me to the movies, Toys ‘R Us, and ice cream.
“Good luck”, encouraged my mom and dad but the trembling in their voice gave away the fear. I was seven years old when I had been given anesthesia for the second surgery on my right arm. I let out a scream when the orderly gave me the shot. It was like glass poking in on bare skin. My head kept falling to the side and then jerking back up as I was being carried along in a little car-like structure. Not sure what it was, though. I felt so…….un-alive.
Alright, you’re confused aren’t you? Let’s go to the flashback. I was born legs-first which, let me tell you, is quite rare. And as the doctor tried to take my right arm out, he pulled my hand back too hard! My fingers bent back to my wrist and it hurt a million! (For the record, I’m left-handed so the thought of suing the doctor didn’t work
out.)
Back to the story? Okay! As I was getting rolled in, I gave a last glance to my parents. My dad burst into tears and my mom couldn’t stop hers either.
After four hours of difficult surgery, I finally became conscious. But I had to stay in the hospital three more days because my cast wasn’t ready. After I got my cast, hot pink of course, I had it on for three months. Lack of education caused me to be homeschooled. But it didn’t bring me down.
Finally that November day-- oh, how I loved that November day—the cast came off! The first thing my parents said to me was,“Hello, good morning!” I could feel their happiness. And that made me happy. In fact, my dad was so happy that he took me to the movies, Toys ‘R Us, and ice cream.