Just Another Saturday Personal Narrative
Just Another Saturday Personal Narrative
Never in a million years did I think that this was how I would spend a Saturday ! I was being wheeled into an operating room on a hospital bed , with an IV tube inserted into my arm , and numerous doctors surrounding me , wearing big gowns and masks . The feeling of uncertainty crept into my thoughts , and I wondered how many bad outcomes there could be . Soon , a tall woman , wearing a big blue gown , two huge masks strapped around her head , and a pair of goggles , placed an oxygen mask on my face . “ Ready ?” she asked , expecting no response since she would inject the anesthesia through the tube anyway . In a matter of seconds , a vile smell of gas quickly infiltrated my nose . Oh my god , what the he —. Lights out .
Friday afternoon , sitting in English class , I had been desperately waiting for the clock to strike 3:30 pm , anxious and eager to begin my well-deserved weekend . I also wanted to see my father before he flew off to Arizona to speak at a medical conference . When school ended , I raced home , breathing in the cold , brisk winter air . As I arrived home , my mom and dad were waiting at the door with his luggage . I embraced him before his trip and then resumed the typical 13 year old ’ s Friday afternoon routine . I started playing video games for hours . Late that night , when I finished my daily two episodes of The Office , I retreated to the comforts of my bed and attempted to fall asleep . However , the next four hours go down in my memory as the
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