Personal Narrative: Twisted Surgery

As I woke up I felt dizzy. My feet were wrapped in layers of wrap, and I was in loads of pain. “Chanel, wake up.” My mom said as she tapped on my head. “Why do my feet hurt so much?” I asked confusingly. I didn’t know where I was, but I soon realized I was in a hospital room. It was white and small. I saw an IV in me. My mom told me I had had surgery. I broke my toes. After she told me, my toes were crooked anyway so it was convenient. It wasn’t very convenient money wise, because the surgery ended up costing over $14,000, but my insurance ended up paying for it. My parents only had to pay $2,000. I had to use a wheelchair and crutches when I wanted to “walk”. That wasn’t convenient for me. My mom basically had me on house arrest. I
wasn’t to leave the house unless it were to the doctor appointments. It was summer and I wanted to go out to ride my skateboard. I had to stay on my lazy butt all day. It was boring and my mom didn’t let me invite anyone over. However, I got to sleep as much as I wanted to so that was a good thing. Every day the pain lessened. It didn’t hurt to walk as much as it used to. So, for the next few weeks that was the cycle, staying on the couch or my bed unless I had to use the restroom. At my first appointment with the doctor he unwrapped my foot.
I got to let my feet “breathe” for the first time. There were still two pins in my toes. However, at the following appointment something great happened. The appointment after the first, the doctor removed the pins, but I didn’t feel anything. However, after my feet were a little sore and still had holes in them. I only had two pins in in my toe because the other one had been “ripped” out by loose strings in my house. That same day I had the stitches removed and that was a very painful experience. The last one was so deep in I cried after he pulled it out. At my last doctor’s appointment there, he said I cloud now wear close toed shoes. Only if I felt comfortable because my toes were still very sore, and I preferred to wear sandals. For the majority of the summer I could only wear sandals and I hated it. I preferred to wear tennis shoes, because I had mostly only wore tennis shoes. Before, this experience I believed that sitting down and being on your butt all day was very fun, because you don’t have to do anything. This was what I thought was going to be the case but it wasn’t. After this experience, I was very grateful that I could get off my butt. It was very boring and I did not want to go through it
again.