When I woke up, a memory that may or may not have been real ran through my head. I was in the operating room, and Dr. Feldman asked me to bend my toes. I complied, and then the blackness enveloped me again. When I regained full consciousness, I noticed my mother sitting around 4 feet away from me, reading a book. I managed to form the words, “Is it over?”
At the moment, the pain hadn’t really sunk in, but then I remembered. I had been in the operating room for 12 hours. I’ve heard a lot of people say, “The pain hit me like a brick wall.” I don’t think most people know what that actually means. This was the most intense pain I had ever felt.
The nurse told me to try to turn over, and I thought I was going to black out from the pain. I thought my parents would intervene. When they were silent, I protested and tried to describe the pain I was in, but I was so delirious that I failed to even hold an argument. I woke up the next day after about two or three hours of sleep, and realized that the rest of the recovery would be like this.
The next week felt like a year, but finally, it was time for me to go home. The drive back felt even longer than the week, but I was so happy that I didn’t care. At last, we pulled into our driveway. I felt the most grateful that I’ve ever felt in my life.
At first, when I got home, I was bored. I could only do all of the things I could do in the hospital: lie in bed, watch TV, and eat. However, my parents decided to surprise me and move the Xbox into my room. From then on, my life was full of Netflix, YouTube, and Need for Speed. I had so much time alone that I was able to do the most thinking I had done for a while.
I realized how many upsides this surgery was giving me, and a lot of my pain was starting to fade. I was still feeling more pain than a lot of people will feel in their entire life, but it was getting easier.
The rest of recovery moved smoothly, and the most important thing is that everything is over. I can finally get some peace that I will not need another surgery soon, and I can live life how I want to live it.
Dr. Feldman’s office was packed, as always. “Eshaan Vasisht?” We walked into the room, and waited for Dr. Feldman. He walked in, took one look at the X-Ray and immediately said, “You’re fine.” Before he left the room, he said “Eshaan, you still have two things to do. Step 1, friend me on Facebook, and Step 2, write about this.”
Now, I have done both.