When I was born, my parents were happy, Woo Hoo, and then the doctors said that my arteries were screwed up. They said now your kid is going to die unless he has this surgery (boo hoo). To make a long story short, I had the surgery, it worked, I am alive. After that, I had to stay in the hospital for the first month of my life. I have lived a normal life since then. About 7 months ago ,though, I had to go to the hospital to do a stress test. A stress test is basically where they put fancy stickers on my skin and make me run on a treadmill until I am hurting in my everywhere. After they analyzed my results, they figured out that some numbers were weird. They did an x-ray-like thing on me and figured out that my coronary artery had stuff in it and I was going to have a heart attack in 2-3 years and die.…show more content… I went into the hospital very early in the morning. I wasn't actually very scared about the surgery. I knew that my doctors were good and would fix me well. They gave me some medicine and then (apparently) I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was in a dimly lit room. I was very disoriented and I probably said some minor swear words in the process of asking where I was. Next, I was transported to a room where I would be staying until I could leave. I was hurting a lot. I could tell I was in for a bad week. The 5 days I was in the hospital were not fun. I had to take a ton of drugs (they were so strong I just can't call them medicine anymore). I did not realize how much my chest affected my body because most of my body hurt. I primarily just laid down and watched movies. I have strict parents (for good reason, I have nightmares at the drop of a hat) and I was watching one of the Captain America movies and my mom made me turn it off because I was essentially on drugs so I would be more susceptible to nightmares. Again, not a good
