I was put asleep by the anesthesiologist, and now my face was in the hands of the reconstructive surgeon. He was going to help heal burns, and rebuild my face with equipment. He was going to make skin grafts using skin from my glutes. His end goal was to make my face the way it looked before my coffee injury.
6 MONTHS LATER
Trouble had stirred within in the operating room as I was under my state of sleep. The nurses had ill prepared the room and a mysterious fire had caught on the bed. my arms catching fire, leaving third degree burns. They removed the fire as soon as possible and stopped the surgery to be postponed. More damage was caused during the procedure than good.
After another diagnosis on my newly received burns, it was confirmed to be third degree burns. They planned to treat it by constantly checking on the burn within the first 6 hours so it infections do not occur. The hospital gave me some apple juice and some pudding. for my comfort. Also my bed was so cool because it could move at the will of the remote.
After my integumentary system was damaged from the burns, and my circulatory system from limited ability to circulate nutrients and fluids throughout the body, I went back into surgery and the surgeon had successfully completed the surgery resulting in my arms and face to be looking better. Now 6 Months Later..
I'm in a rehab center with my physical therapist where he works with me through the complete recovery phase. He assists me in regaining the endurance, strength and balance from my arms. The physical therapy is slowly but surely getting back to normal. But recently I have been feeling down about my appearance, so my doctors have recommended me to go see a psychologist to talk about my depression.
I tell my psychologist about my problems about my self appearance and how I regret going on that date with that crazy woman and how I rethink that moment. I was glad that I was out of the hospital, it was very annoying just looking at walls and the terrible food the served. The point of the psychologist was emotional support from professionals and other survivors to help with my psychological distress. He was going to help me with this rough phase and help me move on and recover.
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