Here is what happened. I got really sick and they told me they need to to an emergency resection surgery. The next day, they explained everything and brought me to the OP room. (Which is the waiting room before surgery) I told my mom (by the way, I just turned 13) that I felt nervous because I had a really young surgeon and one I haven't met yet. I told her that I hope it was was someone older and with more experience. Then this man (around 80) came in with a surgeon outfit and mask on. He was shaking REALLY badly and barely could walk. His arm shook like my grandma's arm before she had a stroke. I started to freak out because I thought HE was my surgeon! They gave me some medicine through my IV and it relaxed me... I mean A LOT. I forgot everything! I just remember waking up crying. I heard the word 'bag' and I thought I had one. (It was a possibility) My mom said I didn't have one. Then suddenly, I felt this horrible pain in my stomach. I started crying because I didn't know I had surgery at that moment. They gave me morphine and it didn't work the first few times. After it started working, they brought me back to my room. I was still tired and I went to bed. I woke up and felt much better. They kept me on pain meds until I asked them to keep me off of them. Nothing really happened the next three days. I went home four days after my surgery. (the minimum was 1 week) so I guess I was doing good. Right now it's my third day home! My incision feels so much better and I'm walking like normal now. My incision stings a little and I don't know why. I couldn't even feel it yesterday. It's just stinging all of a sudden and I don't know if I should clean it or not. Anyway, that's what happened the day of my surgery.