I'll BE FINE
I lie on the operation bed, surrounded by nurses and doctors.
The smell of ether makes me dizzy, and I feel tired even before I've taken the medicine.
I feel a sort of stinging pain in my left hand, and close my eyes, not wanting to look.
They've just inserted it.
That thing I don't know the name of that make me capable of recieving energy, even
though I cannot eat after I wake up.
The pain fades away, and I open my eyes, and look at my left hand.
A sort of plaster-like device, with a hole to insert shots is there.
I lie down on the bed again, having been asked to sit upright while they inserted
Mom sits by me, not holding my hand anymore, like she used to when I was
five years old, and underwent the same operation.
She just sits there, a reassuring look on her face, and I smile at her fondly.
I look around at all the nurses and doctors in the
They're all looking at me, which makes me feel safe, secure, and I like that.
It doesn't really matter, anymore, the pain I just felt in my hand.
Not because I know that a pain from my legs, and sickness from an empty stomach awaits me when I
Wake up, but because I know that
I'll be fine.
I know I have a whole bunch of friends out there for me, so that's okay.
My best pal.
As long as I have these things, pain and blood means