I remembered my surgery and wanted to sink back under the blanket
and fall asleep and hope that by some magic, I would wake up back
in time before I broke my nose. Then I wouldn't have to go
through the surgery but I knew that that would never happen.
Knowing I didn't have much of a choice, I got up and threw on a
simple grey shirt that was a little to big for me and black
shorts.
Dread in each of my steps I woke up my mom quietly as possible.
Then I was confused. Not for the surgery or anything. I didn't
see my dad in sight anywhere.
The surgery wasn't until about an hour and a half. I had to get
to the hospital by 9:30. I went on Facebook with a bowl of Cocoa
Puffs in my hand. I put up my status saying, Nose Surgery
today. Freaking out!
"Heather! I'm going to drop Elizabeth and Cameron off
at the Babysitters! Okay?" My mom called out.
"Okay Mom!" I replied. I finished my cereal after looking
through Jason's pictures and logged out of my Facebook and
flopped on the couch. I fumbled for the remote and turned on the
t.v. to Nickelodeon, then Cartoon Network. Nothing good was on so I
went to Disney Channel.
An iHop commercial just ended and Hannah Montana came on. I was
about to turn on the t.v. and just stick with a book until I
learned that it was a Hannah Montana Forever replay. I was meaning
to watch it but never got to it. I was on the part when Miley just
ended the concert when my mom got home.
"Come on Heather! Let's go, it's 9:10!" Wow
it's been that long? I thought to myself. I dragged myself
forcefully to the door and towards the car where my mom was
waiting. I almost ran from the car. I managed to stayin my spot and
get in the car. My mom started the car and started driving.
The car ride to the hospital felt like hours and I though I was
going to die from anxiety. I kept thinking negative thoughts like,
what if the surgery fails? What if it doesn't work and it looks
worse? What if something horrible happens? What if it can't be
fixed and my nose looks like the for the rest of my life? And more
thoughts like that.
When the "hours" passed. We were finally there. My heart
was thumping a million beats per minute. I was pretty positive that
a deaf man from the other side of the world could hear it.
By some type of miracle, I walked managed to walk through the
hospital doors without going on some break down. I was pretty
surprised myself. My mom led the way towards the doctors office. My
mom was about to open the door when the door swung open. Dr.
Phillips was at the door with a look of surprise.
"Ah! Heather, you're already here! I wasn't expecting
you until later! Come in, come in." He stepped back giving us
room to go in. I stepped in his office a little awkwardly. Dr.
Phillips sat down which gave us the idea to sit down which we
did.
"He leaned forward, looking at me in the eye. "You think
you're ready for this?" Instead of replying, I nodded
unsurely.
"Okay." He replied without any belief in his voice.
"Change into this in the bathroom. It's down the corner
outside of my room." Dr. Phillips handed me a blue robe..
I took the blue robe and went to the bathroom. I locked the door
and began to change. I put my clothes on the toilet seat not
knowing where else to put it. The robe was like how it looked like
in movies and such. It was (obviously) blue and it was like a
bathrobe backwards. You didn't tie it from the back, you
had to slip it on top. and the sleeves were normal t-shirt long.
Not long or like a tank top. Three words to describe how I felt
about it. I hated it.
I walked back to Dr. Phillips office getting used to the fact I was
getting surgery. Well that feeling ended very quickly when I got to
his office.
"Ah, you're back. quite a nice fit too considering it was
guessed. We need to mark your nose so we know what cuts to make.
While you were gone, your mother and I decided we were going to do
open surgery." He didn't explain what it was because he
probably didn't want me worrying but I already knew what it
was.
Open nose surgery was when it allows the surgeon the least
restricted access to the cartilage and bone of the nose and the
incision across the columella makes it possible for the doctor to
lift the skin off the tip of the nose and shape the cartilage very
precisely. I had looked up information about nose surgery a few
nights ago.
"Would you like to be but on sedation or anesthetic? I would
prefer anesthetic." He asked me.
If that was what Dr. Phillips preffered. "Anesthetic
please." He nodded. "Please follow." He got up from
his chair and headed for the door. I followed him, my mom on my
trail. We went into the elevator and went up to the 5th
floor. The 5th floor was especially for ER and OR.