Randy's Thoughts Chapter 27

Journal Entry for Friday January 16, 1998

I have about ten spare minutes before I have to leave to be at the hospital, and didn't have anything better to do, so I decided to write in this thing.

I have to admit, I'm pretty nervous about having this done.

Mark finally talked to me a little bit last night. He wished me luck with the surgery and said he'd be by with Brad in the afternoon to see me (since he and Brad aren't going to the hospital with mom and I since we have to be there at 5:45).

Well, I guess I'd better get ready to go. I just hope I don't wind up having to go completely naked under that hospital gown. It has to feel so embarrassing.

-Randy

At the Hospital

Randy's POV

Right now I'm back in the pre-op room, waiting on the nurse to get an IV started. She's already tried in the left arm, and is now "shopping" for veins in the right arm, as she put it. It doesn't appear she's having much luck though.

'I think I have one here' she says after a few minutes of me flexing my hand and her tapping my arm in just about every imaginable spot.

The nurse (whose name is Mary) then sanitizes the spot with one of those little alcohol wipes, and inserts the needle into the vein and gets the IV started.

'This isn't a good IV, but it will work to get you under anesthesia. They probably will start a better one once they get back to the OR' Mary explains once she's finished.

'We're going to give you a little something in the IV to help you relax so you can fall asleep easier. You'll probably start to feel the effects in a few minutes' she says.

'Is there anything else that needs to be done then?' mom asks.

'No, we're just waiting on the doctor to get here, then we can wheel him on back to the operating room' the nurse says.

'Good luck. I'll be waiting right here for you. Don't worry, Dr. Michaels will take good care of you' mom says when the nurses start moving me.

At this point in time, I don't really much care what's going on with anybody.

When we get back to the operating room, I have to scoot myself over on to the operating table.

Then one of the nurses puts an oxygen mask of sorts over my face, and then soon after that, I fall asleep.

Randy's POV

Ugh. This is horrible. It feels like my nose is on fire.

I wonder how long I've been back in the recovery room. I also wonder if the surgery was a success. I guess only time will tell.

I think I'll just try to go back to sleep for now. I'm sure someone will wake me up when I've spent enough time back here.

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated any of my stories in a while. I don't remember if I mentioned this before or not, but on July 25 I had to have some more surgery done on my nose (it was the same surgery I had back in May, but this was just on the other side). Anyways, this week I had some complications from that surgery so I haven't really been able to write until today. If you want details about the complications, send me a PM, but I won't share them here, since they are quite bloody and gory.

Anyways, please R&R.

Thanks for reading.

-Yours truly, Randy Taylor