June 23rd of 2011 was the absolute worst day of my life. Approximately around ten in the morning I had to undergo surgery. I had to have a Bunionectomy. In other words I had to have a bunion removed in my right foot. To make matters worse, I had to have two small screws put into my joint connected to my big toe.
To start off, I had to make sure I didn't eat anything past seven the night before. Not eating past seven was a challenge alone. When I woke up the next morning, I already knew what was in store for me. When I arrived at the Regional Medical Center, I signed in and waited for the nurse to call me back. When the nurse finally called me back, she handed me a gown and hair net to put on. Once I changed I began to panic.
The nurse had to bring my mother in the room to calm me down. Once I became calm the nurse began my IV. The IV process was hell itself. The nurse could not find a vein to puncture. The nurse began sticking the needle in and out of my skin like I was an animal. I yelled out "Get me another damn nurse before I stick you with this damn needle!" I didn't mean to go off like I did, but she was hurting me. Finally the second nurse arrived and successfully started my IV.
Next I had to wait about an hour for my foot surgeon and anesthesiologist to bring me papers to sign. Once I signed the papers the anesthesiologist injected me with a muscle relaxer. The muscle relaxer made me feel like I was floating on a cloud as they rolled me out of the room.