I have enjoyed good health my entire life. I have never been a victim of any disease or medical procedure, but sadly that all changed a year ago. I started suffering from palpitations or as everyone called it “tachycardia”. My tachycardias were the most annoying thing that could happen to a person, they had no specific time to start, I could run, watch TV or, at worst, sleep. Furthermore, the duration of the palpitations was longer each time and the simplest way to describe it is to accelerate a car up to 8000 rpm until the engine starts to shake. After suffering one, I always felt like I ran a marathon in five minutes without even moving from the couch. When I finally went to the doctor, he did several chest tests to pinpoint what the problem was, including ultrasounds and electrocardiograms. At that point I had calmed down, until the doctor called me to tell me what was happening to me. I suffered from (name of procedure) which in English means I had more nerves in my heart than I needed and every time I had a nervous reaction those nerves reacted to each other like two shorted wires. The solution was simple but terrifying, the doctor would have to operate on my neck to sever one of the nerves in an operation that would last 3 hours. When he told me what he was going to do to me I immediately said: let's do it!, but inside I just wanted to scream. Time passed faster than expected and in the blink of an eye there was December 4th, the day of my sentence. I woke up early like every other day; I got dressed and didn't have breakfast that morning. Like at 9:30 I was on my way to the children's hospital with my parents where my doctor...... middle of paper...... now I was devouring a large Domino's pepperoni pizza like I hadn't eaten in between one hundred years. In the end the worst was over and at 7.30 everyone went home except my mother who was with me in hospital that night. December 4th wasn't a horrible day after all. I learned that no one should be afraid of anything new because I actually had fun on the day of surgery. When I returned to school two days later everyone wanted to know how I felt and what had happened to the mysterious creature that accompanied me when I woke up. This is why I consider myself a lucky person after that day, not only because of the love and affection that my family and friends showed me, but also because I am sure that I am one of the few people on this planet who truly saw a dragon. That day was one of the best experiences of my life and I would never forget it.