The Life Of The Icu - 1499 Words

To the ICU Although there have been many things in life that I’ve had the fortunate and sometimes the unfortunate pleasure of experiencing, none of my memories and experiences are as poignant as the time my father had to undergo a liver transplant surgery. This was one of the most memorable times and a significant experience in my life. This event had, an ever-lasting effect in my life and made me realize how important family can be. Though this experience is relatively new, and one of the most challenging times in my life by far, this allowed me to view my father in a new light, as well as allowing me to appreciate how close and important my family, especially my father, can actually be in times of trials and tribulations. For the past†¦show more content†¦The following evening, after dinner that felt flavorless and empty, only further emphasized the absence of my father in the household. Later, my family and I decided to visit my father at the hospital to see him and how he wa s recuperating after the surgery. From the moment I anxiously sat in the car and we drove down to DC, the nostalgic memories of my father kicked in, one after another like a house of cards falling; my nostalgia came from the good memories to the ones better left forgotten. What felt like an eternity getting to the hospital and navigating the streets of DC like mice through a labyrinth, we had finally arrived at the Medstar Georgetown University Hospital. We continued on nervously trying to find our way to the Intensive Care Unit where my father was being kept and cared for following the surgery. Walking down the long and narrow hallway to see my father, only emphasized the uneasiness and anxiety of being in a hospital. Finally we had found our way through the labyrinth-like layout of the hospital, unto the Intensive Care Unit. Into the ICU through the large door, all the patients’ rooms were adjacent to one another. At the center were desks at which nurses and doctors would input each and every patients’ data and process paperwork while periodically checking up on all of the patients around-the-clock. My father was being kept in the first room on the right, next to the large entrance doors.