I wrote this for my Medical Terminology class. I got to choose my topic, and I decided to write about this. On May 25, 1999, which was a Wednesday, I had a spinal fusion to correct my scoliosis. They fused nine thoracic vertebrae (T4 – T12). The night before, I remember watching the series finale of Mad About You. I had finished dinner and was not allowed to eat anything else because they wanted me to have a completely empty stomach the day of the surgery. I was allowed to drink liquids up until a specific time. After that, I was not allowed to have any more liquids. It was a mixed blessing for me, because after the surgery I would finally have a straight spine, but it scared me a little because it was major surgery. I had to donate four units of my own blood a couple months before the surgery. I went to college in Rhode Island and my parents live in Massachusetts, so my father would pick me up from school, drive me to the hospital so we could donate blood (we found out he has the same blood type as me, and he decided to donate blood, too) and then he would drop me back off from school. The first time was a disaster. They could not cleanly get into the vein. They must have at least nicked it because I wound up with a big bruise on my right arm. I kept joking to my friends that I looked like a drug addict until someone corrected me by saying that drug addicts had track marks on their arms, not bruises. After a while, it got to the point where I would get so used to it I would be reading a magazine and squeezing a ball until they got the quantity they needed. Afterwards, we would have juice (apple for him and cranberry for me) and split a package of Lorna Doone shortbread cookies. For donating blood, the blood bank gave us matching turquoise “Give Pints for Half-Pints” t-shirts. My dad still plays tennis in his.