hello it is i, the king of surgeries.
I've had four surgeries lmao. my first was for my tonsils bc I was getting strep throat like every other week and it was a miserable existence. I was like six, and it really wasn't bad. like my throat hurt, but not enough to make me miserable, and I was talking well enough later in the day. pros: you get to eat ice cream for like a week and when you're that young, your parents get you all kinds of cool toys. cons: I had to wake up before the sun rose, and to a 6 year old, that's pretty horrible. also you can't walk straight because of the anesthesia.
then when I was 12 I had what my family affectionately calls "the miserable year" where I had the other three surgeries.
first, I tore my ACL, so I needed to have surgery to use a graft tendon to replace it. I didn't have to spend the night in the hospital, so it was decent. but walking took a few weeks to remaster for me, and I couldn't go back to playing sports for 6 months.
Then, my appendix ruptured at school lmao. it was quite easily the worst pain I had felt in my life until then. the entire left side of your body is constantly cramping and you don't want to move and it's horrible. I had to be rushed to the ER, because luckily we had a really good nurse who knew what she was doing on campus that day. since it ruptured I was basically immediately set up for surgery, and I had to be naked for the procedure and that was really awful. I remember them giving me the anesthesia and it taking forever as they rolled me into the OR, and I asked one of the dude doctors if I'd ever go to sleep. I then promptly was knocked straight out. when I woke up, it was the next morning (like 4 am) and pain was still just as horrible, and a nurse came and took my blood. which sucked even more. when the general pop of the hospital woke up, they made me try to walk up and down the halls, which was a awful chore. but I was released later that day, and that's when I noticed they put some weird orange antibacterial stuff that dyed my skin from the bottom of my ribcage to my mid thigh.
annndd speaking of ribcage, this was my final surgery. about 3 months after I got back to playing sports from my ACL tear, I was sparring in a martial arts tournament. and there they pair you up based on your belt color, and I had been in Tae Kwon Do since I was 3, so I was a first degree black belt, which is the lowest black belt, but still one of the highest belts you can get. I ended up being paired with this early 20s dude who was probably 30 feet tall. so while we were sparring, he did a spinning kick right in to my ribcage (I had long since stopped wearing the optional chest pads), and I was instantly on the floor, he had knocked the breath right out of me, and I could barely take it back in. my lungs were on fire, because he ended up breaking two ribs. I again had to be rushed to the hospital and had surgery almost immediately. and it hurt like absolute hell. it was difficult to breathe for like a month or so later, every breath made me wince. the worst part was that the tournament took place almost six hours away from my home, so I had to wait a few days until I was fit to travel to come back home