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Then I saw the angels




     I got to the the room where they prepare you to go the OR. There was the nurses that were prepping me for surgery. When I got to that room the head nurse of the whole hospital was in there. I had met her prior because they couldn't get my veins and she could not as well. So I had to get one of those ultrasound IVs. So back to what I was saying, the head nurse was in there was not happy. Before I was sent down to prepare for surgery, the nurse on my floor prior was supposed to put me on antibiotics before I left the floor. The nurse I had downstairs was new and was way behind schedule. When the head nurse found that out, she went back downstairs. She was not happy. 

      My anesthesiologist came in to start to prep me. He was  going to be putting a epidural in the middle of my back. I honestly was very scared at first. I figured though that if I could go through this pain, I could get an epidural. So he had me sit up and lean forward. I don't know how I didn't feel it, but I didn't. The other nurses that were gonna be in the OR with me were so nice. Everyone in that OR was nice. I was hooked up to antibiotics and I had an epidural, and now I was just waiting to go in. 


      No one was around me as I waited to go into surgery. All the nurses were doing their preps, the surgeon was getting ready to finish the surgery he was in, and the anesthesiologist was busy getting things ready for me. I can't lie and say I wasn't scared because I was. Now I want to explain how the recovery room was so you understand how things went after this. The OR room was off to the left where I was set till I went in. There was a curtain and someone beside me coming out of surgery. Ahead of me there was these old metal cabinets. It was crowed in that area where the cabinets were. I was laying there and I swear to you I saw angel shadows on each cabinet. I was focusing on what was going on spiritually. I said to myself is this really real ? As I write about this I get goosebumps. As U watch the surgeon come out and them tell me they were ready.  It was that time, time to go in the operating room.

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