A Re-take Surgery

​I seriously can't believe that I had to have a re-take surgery last week. At my post-op appointment, my doctor said that my shunt was still moving after the first surgery, so I needed to go under again. I felt like I was being buried under a ton of rocks, and didn't know how I could deal with another almost 3 hour surgery. I got through it, because I knew it was the only option, and I just pretended that the previous day had never happened. It also helped that the anesthesia hadn't quite worn off from the day before, because it made me feel tired, and I was more willing to accept another surgery.


I was very glad when the 2nd surgery was over. The tornado warning right after my surgery signified the end of my bad luck, so I got to relax in the recovery room a little while longer, before heading back to our hotel in the torrential rain. My parents wouldn't let me eat breakfast the next morning, just in case I needed yet another surgery 😉 . But thankfully the 2nd surgery worked. I would have been crazy mad if I had needed yet another surgery! 

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