My hospital room

Descriptive essay

            Waking up in my hospital room after a three hour back surgery was not the most pleasant thing I have been through.  A voice I did not recognize was calling my first name over and was very direct, “come on Melissa, come on wake up”.  I began to open my eyes very slowly, and blinking several times since I was very groggy.  The fluorescent lights were shinning harshly in my eyes as I was attempting to open them.  She stated “we have to take an X Ray of your back”, before I knew it two nurses were lifting my sides up and placing a hard X Ray plate under my back, before I knew it, they removed it. 

            When the nurses left my room, I finally got my wits about me, and realized I was actually out of surgery.  Mt throat and mouth felt like I had just ate a pile of flour and attempted to swallow it.  As I looked around the room, I saw a vital sign machine, the nurse was entering my room again to take my blood pressure, it was so tight on my arm that I couldn’t feel my fingers while she was pumping up the cuff.  There were two beds in the room, but nobody next to me in the other bed.  The covers were light blue and the walls were a pasty tan.  The TV’s were flat screens and mounted on the walls above each bed.  The window curtains were a whitish- tan and pulled together as to not let any sunlight in.  There was a two drawer night stand next to my bed with an older style fashion phone on top.  There was a pink water pitcher sitting on the night stand also, but just out of my reach.  Oh how I wanted a drink of ice cold water. 

            The nurse re-entered the room and asked “how are you feeling, can I get you anything”?  I replied “yes”, firmly, “I need a drink of that ice cold water”.  She poured me a glass of water and I drank it down without even breathing.  It was so refreshing on