Nolan St.Aubin

I have never been in this kind of situation before. I personally always thought this only happened in the movies. The last thing I remembered about that awful night was the headlights getting closer and closer than koas. My eyes blink and the brightest light ever soon follows, I notice I’m waking up from a surgery. With my whole body being numb they ask me questions to see if I’m cohesive. ‘’Hey sir can you tell me your name said the surgeon?’’ “Nolan’’ I replied. After him asking more questions about me like my age, what time of the year it is, and if I knew what happened, I reply fast to all of those I am 29 years old. It is the fall, I think we were in a car crash. Where is my wife, Doris, the doctor tells me she is fine she just went to go get some fresh air. It was encouraging knowing she was unharmed in this horrific car accident. Some would say that Doris and I have a weird relationship since she is ten years older than me. I’ve always looked past that she is carefree and I am just foolish. Doris walks in the room with a sad look on her face and I’m unaware of what’s really going on. The surgeon, whose name I’m not aware of, starts to tell me what happened in surgery. He says it was so hectic rushing me into surgery and my arm was swelling up. They said they had to amputate the left arm. In such a rush, the surgeon grabbed the equipment necessary to remove my left arm, and as fast as he could, to save my life, he sawed off my arm. As he was saying this I looked down at my arm or what was supposed to be my arm. Come to learn that the new surgeon had cut off the wrong arm. He cut off my right arm, but still had to cut off my left arm due to the traumatic swelling. At this point, it felt like life was over I never imagined living life without any arms. Doris is going to have to care for me 24/7 now, I don’t want to put her through that. On the verge of tears and wanting to hit something (which is impossible for me at this moment) we yelling out to the surgeon that we will sue him for this mistake. The surgeon remained calm and professional for the duration of the argument. I defiantly expected some sort of sorry from him, but he couldn’t even tell me that. I could tell it was going to be a rough night ahead of me. Thankfully the hospital has good drugs that will make me sleep like a baby.