Diego's+Memoir

Diego's Memoir

I was in the waiting room of orthopedic center. Over the last four months I was having excrutiating pain in my leg. It could have been caused by jumping off boulders. It could have been falling out of a tree. What ever it was it wasn't going anywhere fast. A woman with a gray clipbord came in and asked me what was wrong and took my temperature. Why take my temperature? It's my temperature. She led me to an x-ray machine where I met a young short man with black hair and a beard and mustasche. He asked me to lay down. The x-ray machine wasn't as fancy as the one from the other orthopedic center. When we got to the room the lady said that she couldn't detect anything wrong but that she would ask her head doctor, Dr. Ostercamp.

The next day our class was playing basketball when my mom came and took me to the doctor's office. Are they going to amputate my leg was all that was going through my mind. When we got there, we met Dr. Ostercamp and he said that my left femur was slowly sliding out of place. He said he would have to put a screw in my leg. "Better than amputation", I thought. When we got to the hospital I went to my room and happly watched a horror movie. While in the room I tried not to think of the operation, but right before it hit me with the full force. Am I going to die? Will it go wrong? When I got to the operating room there was a metal table with 20 lights over head.

The anethesiologist said "this might hurt" and plunged a syringe filled with clear liquid into my IV and my memory went blank. When I woke up a tube was down my throat. I vomited for two miutes and spent five coughing.

From now on it would be small steps towards health.