Wednesday, October 29, 2008
The Storm
<---My tag to identify the unconscious me. What i've dreaded came finally this morning. The Storm. Last night i recalled feeling pretty unnerved, even more so after watching that 'horror' movie. I woke up very early today actually like 8am, but decided against waking up so early and get scared so i lazed in bed till 9.05am, after remembering my dad's going to come by to pick me at 9.45am. Appointment's 10.15am. Somehow, the infected jaw didn't feel that painful now during brushing and i can open my mouth wider. Time simply had to fly when you dread it, by the time i finished bathing. dad was about to chide me for being almost late. Oh well, and so we went over and got there as appointed 10.15am at the NDC day surgery centre. Gee, i have never been to anywhere in NDC apart for the lvl 6 for my braces all my life. Yesterday and today i have visited ALL the levels in the 6 storey building, all thanks to my wisdom tooth(wt). Anyway, dad and i had a bit of minor argument in the car so we were quite sore actually so he kinda sat a seat away from me which looked weird to the constantly peeping receptionist. Ah well. Before i know it having signed the necessary papers, my name was called and i froze. Well, dad wanted to leave asap after signing all the papers but he had to stay, else looked too irresponsible. He watched as i meekily listened to the addressing nurse, and the procedures she did on me. Blood pressure was 76 and sthg i didnt catch.(oooh it's in the hypotension range) I was allowed to keep my spectacle box and my handphone with me only. sigh. Next, i was led to my designated bed, i kinda liked the insignificant corner at the end of the room though. Of course by then dad's left for work already. Nurse Bee (it's bee sthg but i forgotten) hassles around me for a while and got me changed into the hospital robes--man it was LOOSE and BIG...but the other 2 ladies in the same aisle as mine fitted nicely in it..sighs..Nurse Bee helped stuck a masking tape to my chest to hold the robes up. And so my wait bagan. I was to go after the other 2 bigger sisters went ahead. Hell long time i felt like i was there since 10.15am i think when it got to my turn was..11.30am or so. But i saw one rather cute hunk walk past to the washroom, though he sure looks a bit too old for me. xp. Bearing a low threshold of pain, i kept reitering to the nurse and whoever came to talk to me, that i wish it less painful etc etc. As i was nicely kept busied with some outdated magazines in my nice corner thanks to Nurse Bee. On looking around, i realised that we had to wear a IV plug on the pronated hand vein like the other ladies had. Of course i got freaked out. The senior anesthesist spoke and brieved me on the op. In no time, next was mine. the junior anesthesist ame to my bed and wanted to put the iv plug for me. I let her do it, thoug
h i was scared since it's my first time. (i always falter on the first time, like the first time i donated blood) I watched her poke the freaking looking-so-thick needle into my uh..pronated hand vein. It's just a natural reaction, my tears just flowed (uh got the pic of my fIRst blood donation now?) i mean the pain was actually bearable, just...the fear reduced me into tears. And so she felt i was agitated and pulled the freaking needle that had went in halfway. She pulled it out. Ouch. Sigh such a coward me hor. She decided that i should be gassed before they try to do the IV plug on me again. That was decided. And, i was led into the intimidating op theatre after my toilet trip.( my bed was pushed out of the lot anyway, perhaps to facilitate the soon to be sedated, me(: )
AT the end of it, i got poked twice..ouch.look at the plaster that red dot was the first, the second was covered by the plaster.
Like any first experience, i just teared all the way. I know i know so old already still cry but i couldn't help it. I was scared and i was ALONE by myself the WHOLE time. They got me to lie on this narrow operating bed with the many op lights. I couldn't stop tearing and so i couldn't stop my congested nose. They kept drying my tears haha. The senior anesthesist was very anxious to gas me, kept pushing the mask to my face i kept pushing it away until i had my huge breath to boost my confidence. Then i relented and let her gas me, and followed her instructions to BREATHE in Hard. ("Tarik Nafas", ring a bell folks? ) I took quite a few deep breaths of that sweet smelling plasticy gas---some ESTER i'm sure, thanks to our 6 yrs of Chemistry at school. And my mind felt like as though a huge wave came
and washed me off my feet.
I floated to nothingness...
(i was told a breathing tube was inserted in me when i was unconscious..like this)------------------------------------------>
"Cherie....Cherie....Cherie...Cherie.." Voices called me from all directions, getting abit annoying, disturbing my slumber. For a moment i'd really forgotten i was in the hospital undergoing an op. I thought i was sound sleeping at home. S: I wanted to ignore them but those nice sounding words came with slaps and vigorous shakings left and right that pulled me from the far away slumberland, away from being one of the RARE ones. I peeped open one lazy eye. They seemed relieved but i got a shock to see uh uncountable number of eyes starring over my face, at me and i realised i was biting on something on both jaws. Whatever. I tried to chase after that faraway land..but it was a bit difficult somehow..so i just drifted aimlessly and still very much groggy. I nearly choked on the vast amount of blood i'd lost in my mouth. You see, they'd accumulated at the back of my mouth and so they sucked it out for me since i was erm, disabled. A plump lady nurse pushed me to somewhere i wouldn''t figure out where everything was just a whirl.
"Wherever it shall be then"
Maybe i'd drifted back to unconsciousness, i thought i'd lost more blood that flowed or dripped out of my mouth (really it's not that scary already). The brain really works wonders, though my brain may be incapacited, my senses can still work. Now i see why pple talk to comatose patients. Nurse Bee was very nice and helped to clear my blood. And I guess it's just me. Nurse Bee held the semi-conscious me up for me to spit and vomit more blood. I should turn into a vampire soon huh, having swallowed so much of my OWN blood. (that was the instructions though). I kept drifting in and out of consciousness
(maybe part of me really didn't wanna regain consciousness) and nurse Bee kept checking one me and in my groggy state i answered her questions like a robot which amazed me. I didn't remember using my brain at all. She knew i was freaking afraid of pain so she gave me painkillers while i still felt numb. And then i drifted in and out of consciousness. Think Nurse Bee came in to tuck the blankets to my chin after touching my icy limbs. Could have been mistaken for being dead with those cold limbs if not for my still beating heart. Guess i really breathed in too much of the ESTER that was used to knock me out. After quite a period of time i was unconscious, I realised i'd needed the washroom but seems like all the nurses went to attend the protocol at the head nurse area so i tried to walk to the washroom myself. Took me quite some time though coz i wasn't steady as i looked for my sandals. I fell/sat on the floor instead. I made it to the washroom with the help of the walls and handles that i can grope. Dad came and pick me after i passed a fit-for-discharge check by a junior dentist. Dad was surprised that i can stand but he held my wrist as we crossed the road tot he carpark, like holding a prisoner haha but the last he did that was when i was younger when we went kite flying with my fourth aunt frequently. Bu i did notice my dad watched my face for a while and tried to pull off a not-so-funny joke on me on the way home in the car. Haha. Upon reaching home, mom stared at my face and said i need to 'bu' myself. She said i looked deathly pale. My sis said i looked ghouly pale. I guess i must have been traumatised and freaked out by the IV plug thing, coz the junior anesthesist also stared at me for some time when i saw her come to my bed with her basket of needle loots. I must have froze and got so scared stiff that all my facial colour or brightness were drained off. Mom cooked PLAIN white porridge that i tried to swallow whole with some sauce. Erm, possible indigestion to come i reckon. I suggested some congee instea
d. Guess what, i had fruits! Yay, guess how? I mashed them up- an apple and a huge juicy plum. The end product was like some child dessert thing and i certainly felt like a kid again eating those. YUM. Tomorrow my jawS were expected to swell. Sigh. Hope they will subside BY SAT...
How eventful. My first operation with the use of General Anesthesia in my 19+ years of living on Earth. Once bitten twice shy, at least i wouldn't be that scared in any future hospital stays. Well it's inevitable so better be prepared than sorry! Thanks to the many people who tried to console and be with me spiritually, who were concerned and worried. Love yall lots. You too >.< .
(My 4 wts, 2 intact 1 into pieces)-----------------------------------------^
<---My tag to identify the unconscious me. What i've dreaded came finally this morning. The Storm. Last night i recalled feeling pretty unnerved, even more so after watching that 'horror' movie. I woke up very early today actually like 8am, but decided against waking up so early and get scared so i lazed in bed till 9.05am, after remembering my dad's going to come by to pick me at 9.45am. Appointment's 10.15am. Somehow, the infected jaw didn't feel that painful now during brushing and i can open my mouth wider. Time simply had to fly when you dread it, by the time i finished bathing. dad was about to chide me for being almost late. Oh well, and so we went over and got there as appointed 10.15am at the NDC day surgery centre. Gee, i have never been to anywhere in NDC apart for the lvl 6 for my braces all my life. Yesterday and today i have visited ALL the levels in the 6 storey building, all thanks to my wisdom tooth(wt). Anyway, dad and i had a bit of minor argument in the car so we were quite sore actually so he kinda sat a seat away from me which looked weird to the constantly peeping receptionist. Ah well. Before i know it having signed the necessary papers, my name was called and i froze. Well, dad wanted to leave asap after signing all the papers but he had to stay, else looked too irresponsible. He watched as i meekily listened to the addressing nurse, and the procedures she did on me. Blood pressure was 76 and sthg i didnt catch.(oooh it's in the hypotension range) I was allowed to keep my spectacle box and my handphone with me only. sigh. Next, i was led to my designated bed, i kinda liked the insignificant corner at the end of the room though. Of course by then dad's left for work already. Nurse Bee (it's bee sthg but i forgotten) hassles around me for a while and got me changed into the hospital robes--man it was LOOSE and BIG...but the other 2 ladies in the same aisle as mine fitted nicely in it..sighs..Nurse Bee helped stuck a masking tape to my chest to hold the robes up. And so my wait bagan. I was to go after the other 2 bigger sisters went ahead. Hell long time i felt like i was there since 10.15am i think when it got to my turn was..11.30am or so. But i saw one rather cute hunk walk past to the washroom, though he sure looks a bit too old for me. xp. Bearing a low threshold of pain, i kept reitering to the nurse and whoever came to talk to me, that i wish it less painful etc etc. As i was nicely kept busied with some outdated magazines in my nice corner thanks to Nurse Bee. On looking around, i realised that we had to wear a IV plug on the pronated hand vein like the other ladies had. Of course i got freaked out. The senior anesthesist spoke and brieved me on the op. In no time, next was mine. the junior anesthesist ame to my bed and wanted to put the iv plug for me. I let her do it, thoug
h i was scared since it's my first time. (i always falter on the first time, like the first time i donated blood) I watched her poke the freaking looking-so-thick needle into my uh..pronated hand vein. It's just a natural reaction, my tears just flowed (uh got the pic of my fIRst blood donation now?) i mean the pain was actually bearable, just...the fear reduced me into tears. And so she felt i was agitated and pulled the freaking needle that had went in halfway. She pulled it out. Ouch. Sigh such a coward me hor. She decided that i should be gassed before they try to do the IV plug on me again. That was decided. And, i was led into the intimidating op theatre after my toilet trip.( my bed was pushed out of the lot anyway, perhaps to facilitate the soon to be sedated, me(: )
AT the end of it, i got poked twice..ouch.look at the plaster that red dot was the first, the second was covered by the plaster.
and washed me off my feet.
d. Guess what, i had fruits! Yay, guess how? I mashed them up- an apple and a huge juicy plum. The end product was like some child dessert thing and i certainly felt like a kid again eating those. YUM. Tomorrow my jawS were expected to swell. Sigh. Hope they will subside BY SAT...
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