[heading h=”h4″ font=””]Days leading to surgery[/heading]
Days before the surgery , I was in a bad shape. Because the pain was getting worse, I couldn’t walk straight. Months before, I was making fun of a friend who had slip discs for walking weird now it was my turn FML.
When the doctor first gave me the option of removing the cysts with a minor surgery, I told Reza. He asked:
“Are you okay with a surgery?”
“Yup. I’ll be rid of pain.”
He was also referring to the scar. I have a problem with scars. But I told him that the scar will be small — at least I’d get to look a little Spartan, you know (we just watched 300). I even told Reza that he didn’t need to be there at the hospital because it’ll be a minor surgery — I’ll be done before we know it.
Because of this, too, I told my family that it’s okay if they don’t come see me. My (real) dad, who learned the story late, was offended.
When I learned that I’d be going through a caesarean instead, the next day, I panicked a little. I asked the doctor:
“How’s the scar going to be?”
She wasn’t amused. At all.
“That should be the least of your concerns!”
At home I went on Google and looked up “caesarean section scars” which wasn’t the brightest idea. Some of the pictures were showing pictures of the incisions that went wrong. Spartan? More like Frankenstein.
I told Reza it would be great if he could accompany me for the three days I’ll be at the hospital.
Throughout this I kept my cool, but the night before the surgery and while everyone was asleep, I wondered whether I’d be okay with having my stomach cut.
[heading h=”h4″ font=””]On the day of the surgery[/heading]
Reza and Mama accompanied me to the hospital the next day. Checked into my room. In the afternoon the nurses prepped me up and I had to drop everything and wear only the patient gown.
Once it was time, the nurses came and pushed my bed to the preparation room. Inside the preparation room, they transferred me to the surgical bed — higher but smaller in width. There, it was cold since I was only wearing the surgery gown, but the nurse was kind to have given an extra layer of blanket.
After waiting, I was pushed into the operating room. It didn’t look like the ones in Grey’s Anatomy. Actually brighter and less intimidating. The lights of the operating theatre looked a lot like those in Theme Hospital, so I blurted out:
“This looks like Theme Hospital.”
The nurse turned:
“The lights look like the ones in the game Theme Hospital.”
She didn’t get it. I realized that I should just shut up and keep my thoughts to myself.
More and more people have begun entering the room. Anytime soon.
The anaesthesiologist (the doctor who puts people to sleep) came in. He’s going to put me to sleep soon. My fear, was waking up in the middle of a surgery, feeling every cut, but not being able to move. Like in the movie Awake. My other fear, is not being able to wake up at all. My aunt, who’s a doctor told me to mengucap prior to going to sleep and that scared me even more lol.
But I’ve been put under general anaesthetics (the thing that makes you sleep) previously and I survived, so I figured I’ll be fine.
They put a mask on my face. Inside it, gas. The last time, it took me less than ten seconds to pass out. This time, I forced my eyes open and told myself to stay awake, trying to beat the gas for the fun of it.
That was my last memory in the operating room.