Once we got to the hospital, we were directed to Clinic H where my parents and I were told to wait in a room for the doctor while the other's waited outside. A few minutes later, the doctor came in and went straight to the point and explained what was going to happen. I never had surgery before so that part didn't scare me but what made me cry was the thought of losing my hair. That night I stayed at the hospital resting up for my first surgery the next morning. Early that morning, while I was still in my bed, I was wheeled down to a waiting area where I saw a few other families waiting for their child to go into surgery. I sat there as my parents talked to me, comforted me. The next thing I knew, I was being rolled into the surgery room. A woman came to my side, the anesthesiologist; she put a mask over my face and asked me to count down from ten. I started to feel drowsy but I heard her ask me a question. I distinctly remember her asking me if I saw something flying. My answer was slurred. I couldn't even understand what I was saying, and within seconds I was out like a light.
When I woke up in the ICU ( Intensive Care Unit) I was obviously cranky and in pain. I immediately got scared and asked where my family was. The nurse told me they were there before but because I had been asleep for so long they decided to get some lunch. After a while, the nurses thought I was ready to leave and I was brought to a room. Man was it bad. It was small, and the only thing you could see out the window was the building next door. By the 8th I got to go home for the day, and when we got there, I just plopped myself down on the chair. I remember looking around thinking everything in the house looked weird.
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