Prompt: Third person post. Write about a memory you have but describe it using the third person. Use as many sensory images (sights, sounds, textures, etc.) as you can. Don’t use “I” or “me” unless you include dialogue.
The nurse was preoccupied with beeping monitors, tangled IV tubings and deciphering labs. The unshaven husband was by the patient’s bedside. He’d sit down for a few minutes then suddenly feel the need to move around, to break free of his fear. Up out of his seat, he’d walk around the room, looking at the same framed picture of an idyllic lake scene, switching the TV channels and stretch his aching back. He would refrain from asking the nurse when she expected his wife to wake up again, although that’s all he could think about.
Not the type to scare easily, he was startled when the noise of the commentator’s voice came on the TV that there was breaking news. “Now what?” he muttered under his breath. Shortly, the nurse came to look at what was going on.
A scene of New York City, with crowds of people in the streets appeared on the screen. It was easy to be afraid without a word being said. The sight was all too familiar. The voices from the TV blurted that there was an extensive blackout with no known cause. The husband finally spoke to the nurse in a questioning voice, “Terrorists. That’s all we need now.” She patted him on the arm. “We’re safe.”
A movement from the bed was heard. First an arm moved, and then the patient’s eyes were opening and shutting. The nurse spoke quietly, “You can keep your eyes closed if it’s more comfortable. Your husband is here and you’re doing just fine.”
“I can’t see! Why is it so dark?” More squirming and tugging on the IV, not intended to do harm, but there was a loss of understanding. Fear was overwhelming the patient. The husband caressed her face, told her the surgery was done. She was fine. Slowly the fidgeting ceased.
A few hours passed and the patient attempted to speak, but it sounded like she was drunk, all slurred and sloppy. The nurse explained that the anesthesia and the pain medicine were making it difficult to talk. The patient tried to open her eyes again and when she did, everything was a blur. She began to cry. It was just her and the nurse and no matter what the nurse said, she couldn’t stop crying.
The patient was thinking that she had this surgery to clear up her double vision, to help her keep her eyes open, to help make her speech clearer. And it didn’t work.
Side note: This is the story of the day I had my thymus removed in a surgery called a thymectomy. It is done to help reduce symptoms of Myasthenia Gravis. I did end up speaking much better and my droopy eye and double vision improved greatly. I spent about 10 days in the hospital. Full recovery took about 3 months.