Yesterday, I was a very very nervous girl. I went to my lecture as usual, bought a sandwich and hot chocolate at the station and took the train at a quarter to two to the hospital. I was getting two of my wisdom teeth taken out.
Now this may seem very ordinary to you, but I am a nervous person. I fear rollercoasters, airplane rides and injections. My stomach turns 360 degrees when I even thinking about getting my blood taken. I am a wimp. And what’s worse, is that I’m training to be a doctor, so I feel guilty for being a wimp when I’ll inevitably have to do this to other (probably braver) people in a few years time.
When I was called into the room and sat in the dentist’s chair, I could feel and see myself visibly shivering. I tried to suppress it but it didn’t help. The dentist told me that other students were coming in to watch me be sedated, to which I immediately thought “Oh no, now other people have to see me be a complete coward”.
I managed to not squeal or say a word when the IV line went into me (a personal achievement). Thank god that I blacked out quite soon after the sedative was given. I don’t remember any of the operation, but remember coming round in a chair just down the ward with my friend. The nurse said that I wouldn’t remember anything, to which I boldly responded “I’ll remember!”. So she set me a task of remembering a pink dog with a red tail and blue spots in an hour’s time. I didn’t remember what the dog looked like (apparently I kept insisting it was yellow), but I did remember the dog was called George.
The wisdom teeth are fine now. There’s been no complications, just a few expected headaches for which I’m taking 600mg ibuprofen. That was my first ever surgery, so I don’t think I need to be a wimp any more.
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