I woke up from surgery crying. All I wanted was my mommy. I can't remember ever being in so much pain before. I reached my hand under the blanket and felt my arm to see if they needed to put the brace on me. It was there. This giant "gunslinger" wrapped around my arm that I was going to have to wear for a while. It was not the most comfortable thing.
My parents and my sisters came in the room to see me and I just burst into tears. I didn't want surgery anymore, but it was too late. Kristy's face was white as a ghost and I thought she was going to faint. I remember seing tears in my mom's eyes as she held my hand and told me I was going to be better soon. It was hard to believe but I knew she was right.
The surgeon came in shortly after and explained to us that there was more damage than he had expected and that's why I had to wear the gunslinger and not a regular sling. He did a procedure called the bankart. He had to make an incision under my armpit, which was very sore but later not noticable.
Soon after the doctor left, I got very sick. I started to vomit and this lasted for days. I think it was a combination of the anesthesia and the pain. I was far too weak to walk to the bathroom and ended up spending a few nights in the hospital. The nurse's at Children's Hospital were awesome and helped take good care of me. They let my mom spend the couple nights with me too.
Once I was strong enough to get up, they let me go home. The ride home was torture but once I got to my own bed, everything started to get better.
My parents and my sisters came in the room to see me and I just burst into tears. I didn't want surgery anymore, but it was too late. Kristy's face was white as a ghost and I thought she was going to faint. I remember seing tears in my mom's eyes as she held my hand and told me I was going to be better soon. It was hard to believe but I knew she was right.
The surgeon came in shortly after and explained to us that there was more damage than he had expected and that's why I had to wear the gunslinger and not a regular sling. He did a procedure called the bankart. He had to make an incision under my armpit, which was very sore but later not noticable.
Soon after the doctor left, I got very sick. I started to vomit and this lasted for days. I think it was a combination of the anesthesia and the pain. I was far too weak to walk to the bathroom and ended up spending a few nights in the hospital. The nurse's at Children's Hospital were awesome and helped take good care of me. They let my mom spend the couple nights with me too.
Once I was strong enough to get up, they let me go home. The ride home was torture but once I got to my own bed, everything started to get better.
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