YoungGuy
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CanadaHa ha, i seen Josephine was saying something about a Doug in Knee replacements as a good story teller...Well i will attempt my story.
I am 15, i never had a surgery in my life...I was used to having everything given to me, since i was blessed with the ability to prosper in sports. Here i am, after a freak infection that took over my left hip, i lay in the bed, as i lay there i watch the nurse put this thing into my arm...I seen IV's on T.V but it was a different experience in person (I did not like it). Now i am more or less losing my grip on reality, my eye's hurt from crying so much since i knew my sports career was most likely over, and i did not know what the future would hold for me. It was hell, or that is what i made of it...Even though what i went through was far from anything other people have went through in their elder ages. Then the last thing i remember was counting back from 10...9....8...7....6....Bam, Out cold.
When i woke up with a horrible scratching feeling in the back of my throat, i was in my room that i would make home for 31 days...Not being able to see the future i could not have known i would need 2 more surgeries on that same hip. I could remember, not so well of waking up in another room before i was moved to my main room, but it was such a daze it could not be expressed in vivid memory. So as i lay, not so much in pain...But feeling weird i realize the tubes sticking out of my hip draining the excess fluid from the washed out 6 inch cut to the left of my groin. Now, boys and girls...the fun part.
So i lay there, minding my own business...Oblivious to what awaits me in future time. There came the feeling...the urge to urinate. I told my mother, I felt like i needed to pee...She called in the nurse. The nurse (I thought was a nice person) told me it would be easier to try and pee if i was sitting up...Since it obviously was not working laying down. So, not thinking much of it, i ripped up and sat up...Not knowing that i was almost overdosed on morphine, and the motion of sitting up could make me vomit, quite violently. Well, i found out in about 10 seconds after i sat up. So there i was, all puked out...Dizzy as hell....And looking into this damn plastic Blue bottle. I never knew how it would feel wanting to urinate, yet not being able to...I sure found that out sooner then expected.
I never thought much of it, like i said, i was quite oblivious. The words i will never forget come out of my mom's mouth, "Your going to need a catheder". It was funny though, i never asked what that was...I was just so out of it i replied with "Whatever".
So in my doorway comes the nurse, whom i thought was such a nice person. There she held a tube and a tube..of something. I watch her as she opens the tube, starts applying the Lubricant to the tube...While she was doing this, she explained to me that it will not hurt whatsoever. I was still puzzled, "WHAT WAS SHE DOING!? AND WHERE IS THAT TUBE GOING?" That is what was going through my head...Remember, i was quite doped up. As i lay on the bed, already half naked from the gown...I become even more naked as the nurse ventered to places a 15 year old doesn't want anyone but himself venturing too.
I was told to take a deep breath, for i finnally figured out what was happening to myself. It was kind of humourous though, the only thing i can remember going through my head before the pain was "I remember in grade 4 sexual education we were told that things should not be inserted into the male's reproductive systems Organ". I sit there, just wanting this to get over with...I feel the tube start to go in...then i REALLY feel the tube start to go in. She said it was not going to hurt? Hell, it felt like there was a tube going up my..................! Oh wait, there was! While i screamed at the top of my lungs inside my own head...The tube, just sat there and as it sat there, it felt so amazingly awkward..But then, the noise, the great noise everyone loves to hear after they have surgery...URINE!!
And of course, what goes in..Must come out, and that experience was equal to the, you know part. Again, i did not breath heavy. I never did like that nurse again, i was mad at her, for no reason...But the fact she did the most awkward, painfully possible thing to my 15 year old body. I never swore so much in my head till that night.
So there you go, i am now 20 and i have had a catheder more than any 20 year old should have had one...Roughly 10 times...And twice it was left in for a day. It is actually pretty sad how you can get used to something as weird as the catheder, but i actually got to the point where i asked for one..Before being forced to have one put in.
In Conclusion: Nothing you get done to yourself in the hospital is going to be a great thing. (ESPECIALLY THE EATING THE FOOD!!!)
I am 15, i never had a surgery in my life...I was used to having everything given to me, since i was blessed with the ability to prosper in sports. Here i am, after a freak infection that took over my left hip, i lay in the bed, as i lay there i watch the nurse put this thing into my arm...I seen IV's on T.V but it was a different experience in person (I did not like it). Now i am more or less losing my grip on reality, my eye's hurt from crying so much since i knew my sports career was most likely over, and i did not know what the future would hold for me. It was hell, or that is what i made of it...Even though what i went through was far from anything other people have went through in their elder ages. Then the last thing i remember was counting back from 10...9....8...7....6....Bam, Out cold.
When i woke up with a horrible scratching feeling in the back of my throat, i was in my room that i would make home for 31 days...Not being able to see the future i could not have known i would need 2 more surgeries on that same hip. I could remember, not so well of waking up in another room before i was moved to my main room, but it was such a daze it could not be expressed in vivid memory. So as i lay, not so much in pain...But feeling weird i realize the tubes sticking out of my hip draining the excess fluid from the washed out 6 inch cut to the left of my groin. Now, boys and girls...the fun part.
So i lay there, minding my own business...Oblivious to what awaits me in future time. There came the feeling...the urge to urinate. I told my mother, I felt like i needed to pee...She called in the nurse. The nurse (I thought was a nice person) told me it would be easier to try and pee if i was sitting up...Since it obviously was not working laying down. So, not thinking much of it, i ripped up and sat up...Not knowing that i was almost overdosed on morphine, and the motion of sitting up could make me vomit, quite violently. Well, i found out in about 10 seconds after i sat up. So there i was, all puked out...Dizzy as hell....And looking into this damn plastic Blue bottle. I never knew how it would feel wanting to urinate, yet not being able to...I sure found that out sooner then expected.
I never thought much of it, like i said, i was quite oblivious. The words i will never forget come out of my mom's mouth, "Your going to need a catheder". It was funny though, i never asked what that was...I was just so out of it i replied with "Whatever".
So in my doorway comes the nurse, whom i thought was such a nice person. There she held a tube and a tube..of something. I watch her as she opens the tube, starts applying the Lubricant to the tube...While she was doing this, she explained to me that it will not hurt whatsoever. I was still puzzled, "WHAT WAS SHE DOING!? AND WHERE IS THAT TUBE GOING?" That is what was going through my head...Remember, i was quite doped up. As i lay on the bed, already half naked from the gown...I become even more naked as the nurse ventered to places a 15 year old doesn't want anyone but himself venturing too.
I was told to take a deep breath, for i finnally figured out what was happening to myself. It was kind of humourous though, the only thing i can remember going through my head before the pain was "I remember in grade 4 sexual education we were told that things should not be inserted into the male's reproductive systems Organ". I sit there, just wanting this to get over with...I feel the tube start to go in...then i REALLY feel the tube start to go in. She said it was not going to hurt? Hell, it felt like there was a tube going up my..................! Oh wait, there was! While i screamed at the top of my lungs inside my own head...The tube, just sat there and as it sat there, it felt so amazingly awkward..But then, the noise, the great noise everyone loves to hear after they have surgery...URINE!!
And of course, what goes in..Must come out, and that experience was equal to the, you know part. Again, i did not breath heavy. I never did like that nurse again, i was mad at her, for no reason...But the fact she did the most awkward, painfully possible thing to my 15 year old body. I never swore so much in my head till that night.
So there you go, i am now 20 and i have had a catheder more than any 20 year old should have had one...Roughly 10 times...And twice it was left in for a day. It is actually pretty sad how you can get used to something as weird as the catheder, but i actually got to the point where i asked for one..Before being forced to have one put in.
In Conclusion: Nothing you get done to yourself in the hospital is going to be a great thing. (ESPECIALLY THE EATING THE FOOD!!!)
