I had not slept the night before and had not eaten a decent meal the entire day not only was it due to appetite lost but also i got worried if i poop after surgery i would tear my stitches open. So i just had fruits, mostly papaya to soften my poop, just in case.
My surgery was scheduled at 6am. My doctor said i needed to arrive at the hospital atleast 30 minutes advanced. By 4:20am my parents, my husband and i were on the road for more than 30-minute trip. Few minutes after 5am we arrived at the hospital. Surprisingly, I was not feeling any anxious, perhaps the waiting got me feeling emotionless and that all i could think about then was to get through it all quick.
My husband and i got inside the hospital ahead of my parents. we got straight to information desk and told the clerk I was about to have major surgery under an exclusive surgeon. It appeared they were expecting me, my doc must have had arranged everything beforehand. I was then told to proceed to ER. The nurse showed me some forms to sign, gave me patient's gown and was told to take everything off except my undies which I did obediently. I was looking for my husband when the nurse said he was reserving a room for us but assured me he will get back.
Another nurse came up to me, asked me to lie in bed while he injects dextrose needle into my left hand vein. I always have low pain threshold, thus, i flinched a lot even before the needle actually got into the skin. I hate being hospitalized as there would always be injections every now and then. Just when i got through the first needle, came another nurse to inject another needle for allergy test, and then another nurse holding another needle this time for blood matching, and then another. It just never stopped. I was looking around trying to get a glimpse of husband or maybe my parents for a little strength but no one was around. I was being transferred through a stretcher to the OR when my eyes caught my mother standing by the wall. She just nodded and smiled at me which i self-analyzed as other way of saying "you can do it".
Another nurse came up to me, asked me to lie in bed while he injects dextrose needle into my left hand vein. I always have low pain threshold, thus, i flinched a lot even before the needle actually got into the skin. I hate being hospitalized as there would always be injections every now and then. Just when i got through the first needle, came another nurse to inject another needle for allergy test, and then another nurse holding another needle this time for blood matching, and then another. It just never stopped. I was looking around trying to get a glimpse of husband or maybe my parents for a little strength but no one was around. I was being transferred through a stretcher to the OR when my eyes caught my mother standing by the wall. She just nodded and smiled at me which i self-analyzed as other way of saying "you can do it".
There was only one injection left, the epidural anesthesia which will be injected into the back near the butt. I met with the anesthesiologist prior to surgery to discuss a bit about the procedure. "How painful could the injection be doc?" i cut him short. He swore the pain would be no different from other injections and that it would be real quick but the effect would last more than two hours plus he said prior to it, he will put me under sedation to relax.
Later, they asked me to lie down while they were setting up vital signs monitors and shortly after that they injected the sedative into my dextrose. I began to doze off. Suddenly i felt the anesthesia injected into my back but i hardly felt the pain. Then they asked series of questions i didn't remember how many i answered right before i got totally unconscious. Anesthesia was magic. It was like a two-hour death when all my five senses had stopped working. I was in limbo and the world went on completely without me. Would it be the same when I die? I wonder how many centuries will i be in limbo before i exist again.
So after two hours, it was my sense of hearing that got ahead of the others. I began to hear voices from faceless people, one was from my doc calling my name saying my left ovary was totally removed but i was still lucky they managed to save my right ovary. She said i could still get pregnant with just one ovary and even give birth through normal delivery. I still could see nothing but i knew i heard doc right. I thanked God and fell asleep again.
Later, they asked me to lie down while they were setting up vital signs monitors and shortly after that they injected the sedative into my dextrose. I began to doze off. Suddenly i felt the anesthesia injected into my back but i hardly felt the pain. Then they asked series of questions i didn't remember how many i answered right before i got totally unconscious. Anesthesia was magic. It was like a two-hour death when all my five senses had stopped working. I was in limbo and the world went on completely without me. Would it be the same when I die? I wonder how many centuries will i be in limbo before i exist again.
So after two hours, it was my sense of hearing that got ahead of the others. I began to hear voices from faceless people, one was from my doc calling my name saying my left ovary was totally removed but i was still lucky they managed to save my right ovary. She said i could still get pregnant with just one ovary and even give birth through normal delivery. I still could see nothing but i knew i heard doc right. I thanked God and fell asleep again.
The next thing i knew i was on a stretcher again heading the way to our room. I saw people but everything was blurry and my feet were still numb, i still couldn't move a toe.
I thought everything was under control...
Then started the pain...
Constant pain...
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