Today is not like any other Thursday. It is the day in which I get my wisdom teeth surgically removed. Being scared and nervous does not even begin to describe my mixed feelings. It feels like my world is crashing down in front of my face. Focusing on anything has been impossible because this surgery cannot leave my closed mind. With all of these feelings, I’m thinking that this surgery will not go well. The idea of going through a surgery while I’m asleep sits uneasy with me. My mother and father have been comforting me throughout this time. Their warm thoughts have helped, but not enough to silence the scared feeling inside myself. The pain and suffering that is coming upon me has shut my body down. The harsh feeling of the penetrating wisdom tooth only reminds me of the fate that is going to happen during the procedure. Hopefully, this surgery will go well with the help of my family by my side.
The surgery is just upon me as my family takes me to the hospital’s surgery center. The surgery center is 15 minutes from my house, which gives me time to think about the surgery even more. My parents start to intervene and interrupt my negative thoughts. Positive vibes begin to enter my mind. My mom decides to repeat the same phrase over and over again, “You will be alright Nick, do not worry about this surgery. It will be a very easy procedure”. My dad also says, “Son, this is only a small surgery and will not affect you in any way”. Even with these great positive messages from my parents, the nervousness in my body takes over and shuts me down. My ears turn off as they continue to talk, leaving me in a silent state. Seeing my parents talk and smile at me from the front seats of the smelly and cluttered SUV did not help either. As we arrive at the operation center, I slowly get out of my seclusion and realize that the surgery is just about to begin.
The nerve-wrecking surgery has finally come. Walking in the cold and hollow surgery room brings on the feeling of being in an eerie chamber. The rough, binding straps on the hard, uncomfortable dentist chair grabs me down. The chair laughs while it holds me down, bringing in the thought of no escape. The cold and stiffening armrests make my arms feel as hard as a rock. As this malicious chair keeps my body still, trying to move seems impossible at this time. Suddenly, a cold, yet sharp prick means that an IV is entering my body. Being imprisoned in this hateful chamber makes me think a lot about my family. Inside my cold and bitter body, the warmth of their hearts and good feelings start to fill me as anesthetic drifts me into a circling abyss. The moment when my eyes close marks the beginning of my fate for this surgery.
In contrast to before falling asleep, waking up has never felt so good. The feeling of satisfaction enters the room as my aching body tries to recuperate from what has happened. The straps that hugged my numb body gave way, bringing the sense of freedom back into my limp body. Standing up after being captive brings in a sign of relief. The surgery is now complete and is now behind me. The car ride home felt as stress free as it could be. After I got home from the surgery, a giant milkshake greets me as I sit down on our plush leather couch. As this surgery comes to an end, I realize the most important factor is to have a loving and caring family on hand. During this recovery, my family’s warm thoughts remind me of what is important in everyone’s lives. Having a loving and caring family is important, especially through events such as this surgery. The powerful and warm feelings that come from a family always help us recover and feel better. With this in mind, this is why having a loving and caring family is important.
The surgery is just upon me as my family takes me to the hospital’s surgery center. The surgery center is 15 minutes from my house, which gives me time to think about the surgery even more. My parents start to intervene and interrupt my negative thoughts. Positive vibes begin to enter my mind. My mom decides to repeat the same phrase over and over again, “You will be alright Nick, do not worry about this surgery. It will be a very easy procedure”. My dad also says, “Son, this is only a small surgery and will not affect you in any way”. Even with these great positive messages from my parents, the nervousness in my body takes over and shuts me down. My ears turn off as they continue to talk, leaving me in a silent state. Seeing my parents talk and smile at me from the front seats of the smelly and cluttered SUV did not help either. As we arrive at the operation center, I slowly get out of my seclusion and realize that the surgery is just about to begin.
The nerve-wrecking surgery has finally come. Walking in the cold and hollow surgery room brings on the feeling of being in an eerie chamber. The rough, binding straps on the hard, uncomfortable dentist chair grabs me down. The chair laughs while it holds me down, bringing in the thought of no escape. The cold and stiffening armrests make my arms feel as hard as a rock. As this malicious chair keeps my body still, trying to move seems impossible at this time. Suddenly, a cold, yet sharp prick means that an IV is entering my body. Being imprisoned in this hateful chamber makes me think a lot about my family. Inside my cold and bitter body, the warmth of their hearts and good feelings start to fill me as anesthetic drifts me into a circling abyss. The moment when my eyes close marks the beginning of my fate for this surgery.
In contrast to before falling asleep, waking up has never felt so good. The feeling of satisfaction enters the room as my aching body tries to recuperate from what has happened. The straps that hugged my numb body gave way, bringing the sense of freedom back into my limp body. Standing up after being captive brings in a sign of relief. The surgery is now complete and is now behind me. The car ride home felt as stress free as it could be. After I got home from the surgery, a giant milkshake greets me as I sit down on our plush leather couch. As this surgery comes to an end, I realize the most important factor is to have a loving and caring family on hand. During this recovery, my family’s warm thoughts remind me of what is important in everyone’s lives. Having a loving and caring family is important, especially through events such as this surgery. The powerful and warm feelings that come from a family always help us recover and feel better. With this in mind, this is why having a loving and caring family is important.