The most challenging time in my life
Two years ago I went in for a regular dental cleaning and discovered that I had a huge mouth issue that would require a big surgery, and probably change my life in a very dramatic way. My two canine teeth were stuck in my pallet, and instead of them coming down vertically, like normal, they were coming in horizontally slowing cutting right threw my lateral incisors roots. While in surgery I had eight teeth pulled, chains attached to my two canines inside my gums, and this huge metal retainer with two sharp hooks attached to the retainer in the roof of my mouth. This surgery really limited most of the things I did. It limited my time with sports, friends, and family. It challenged me to push past all of the pain and misery. The day before a surgery Is always nerve-racking. I just remember waking up every hour of the night thinking about everything that could go wrong and all of the “what ifs.” I woke up the morning of the surgery with a huge knot in my stomach, it felt as if my stomach was going to jump right out of my through. Eating was the last thing on my mind, but I forced myself to eat a nice big breakfast, because I knew it was going to be the last solid thing I was going to be able to eat in a long time. This was my first real big surgery that would require being put to sleep, and I didn’t really know what to expect. Just thinking about it was making me sick to my stomach. My surgery was scheduled for 2pm. When we arrived at the oral surgeon’s office we sat in this very small waiting room, with a slide show that showed turtles, I mean what’s more relaxing than turtles right before a surgery. A few minutes later the nurse took my parents and I back into this really long hallway that was solid white, the hallway was so bright it was almost blinding, and that’s why it reminded me of the quote “don’t go into the light.” The nurse brought me into the room, and the procedure was ready to start. I laid there in this huge chair, while the nurse started to inject me with the anesthesia. As I watched her stick the needle into me I noticed that the nurse had very careful, soft hand, with a gentle touch. She had really pretty blue eyes that were as blue as the oceans in Hawaii, and that was the last thing I saw before I went totally under. I heard this soft voice say to me “sweet dreams sweet heart”, then everything went black. I woke up in this really bright room in this really awkward weird chair, with a terrible jarring pain in my mouth, and my head was throbbing. I had bloody gauze in my mouth and I could barely swallow. There was a lady sitting behind a desk, she must have been a secretary or something. I stared at her through my blurry, hazed eyes, and fell back a sleep. When I woke up for the second time my parents were in front of me, it must have been time to go home. I had my parents on one side of me, and two nurses on the other side of me guiding me to the car. I still didn’t really know what was going on I just knew that I was about to vomit, but I held it in. They handed me some flowers, we loaded up and headed on home. Staring out the window just made me nauseated so I just stared at my dad who was sitting next to me in the back seat. My dad has a really caring, soft face, with a concerning look, whenever I hug him he always smells the same, like trees. Whenever I give my dad a hug it comforts me and makes me feel better, I love my dad so much I