My nostrils came alive as the odours of disinfectant permeated the corridors and hallways. The doors slid open with a craping sound. and the aroma hit me anew with a strong blast, almost bringing me to an abrupt halt. As I became accustomed the the froeign smells, my body pushed forward. Steadying my stance, I slowly edged my way forward. My hand felt along the cold surfaces of my pathway. Just as my mother-in-law looked for dust in my kitchen, so I too ran my fingers, not to feel dust, but because I felt insecure and afraid.
My mind raced as I was greeted by the nurse who introduced herself as she shuffelled me into the waiting area. My leg was tightly wound in thin brown elasticated tape. Fear gripped me when the specialist introduced himself and took hold of my leg. I felt goosebumps form when the doctor cut away the bandage. My leg pulsed and throbbed with a mild heat radiating from the wound. With a loud clatter, the tray dropped to the floor with metalic resounding echoes. This was a frightening experience that left me feeling rather pale. The nurse sped to pick it all up and I could hear the starch of her uniform as she crouched down. She was very appologetic and spoke to me for some time to easy my anxious demeanour.
As the specialist re-applied a bandage, he said, "yes, surgery is needed, you can be admitted now."
My heart was frozen in fear and the room wavered. tilted and spun as I now lay prone on the floor.