Miss ConGeNiaLity's Chronicles

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Friday, January 25, 2008

:: The Operation & After The Operation ::

It was a silly day in the morning. I reached Jurong Medical Centre at 9am to register, etc..admin stuff. I went along with my dad. He was really sweet to keep assuring me and told me not to be afraid, etc. And he even said everybody prayed for me already. Do you know what that means? It means, he, my sister and my mum! actually prayed for me. This is what I call, my blessing! Thank you Jesus for my family!!

As the nurse came to fetch me into the OT(operating theatre), she gave me a set of clothes to change into. I had to take off all clothes except for the underwear, and put on that wierd & baggy uniform, which reminds me of standard chartered. Cuz it's Green in the inner layer, and blue on the outer layer. I had to tie so many strings, as the clothes didn't have buttons or zips or whatsoever. It's worst than wearing my taekwondo gee (in the past). After putting on the "standard chartered" uniform, I just walked out to meet my nurse. And she looked surprised, and said "You didn't take off your pants ah?". Oh my goodness..I even had to take that off? I quickly ran into the changing room again. So duh...and so embarrassing. I also had to put on that white cap. I felt like I was the surgeon instead.

After changing and putting my stuff into the locker, there was a series of instructions from the nurses. Then came the anaesthesiast, which is my nightmare nurse. She gave me a set of instructions then followed by pricking into my veins, on my left hand which HURTS!!!! It was to put me on a drip later during the surgery. After she left that funny thing on my hand, I could see my blood flowing out into the "straw" whenever I turn my hand in a certain position. That's quite scary.

After that, I became very emo. I started crying. The nurses came beside me one by one to comfort me and reassure me. Till it was time for me to go into the OT. I went into a room, pretty spacious one, all white. There were about 8people inside. It was as if they came for an exhibition. They were all dressed in blue with green caps. Can you imagine the atmosphere? Then I started shivering and tearing again. There they made me climb up to my operating bed to lie. Then everyone suddenly looked so busy. One started my drip, which felt so cold when it entered my vein. Another started wrapping my right arm to monitor my blood pressure. Another covered me with a blanket. One of them told me that I'd start to feel sleepy now; but actual fact I felt like I was gonna faint (like those times when I had food-poisoning or hyperventilation). Then my anaesthesiast made me breathe some oxygen (smelled wierd), which I breathe about 4times before I didn't know I had slept.

I had dreams you know? No one would believe I dreamt about my ministry during the surgery. It only took 30mins. haha!! When I woke up I was in a ward with curtains around me and some monitors beside me. I felt pretty sleepy and groggy to respond to my nurses. It was as if I didn't sleep for days. *yawns* Then I could feel that there were giant gauzes in my mouth, to stop the bleeding. The nurses had to change them for me every 5mins. I was feeling rather cold too. As I only had a layer of clothes on me. I asked for an extra blanket, but they gave me sth better. A heater!! An air heater that blows into your blanket that keeps you warm. wow! I wished I had that at home, cuz I always feel cold. I also realised my left nose had bled. Then I started asking the nurses. It was bCuz they placed the tube into my windpipe from the left nose to supply me oxygen. Scare me.

As time goes by, my surgeon came and visit me and her other patients to ask if we were fine. Nurses gave me painkillers, a very strong one. I had to try 2times to swallow that medicine, cuz my entire face was numb and I couldn't swallow at all. I tried tried and finally gave up, and the nurse suggested to try later then. After 10mins, I tried again. Finally!! Thank God it went in, and I could drink water too. haha. But I was bleeding in my gums, that I still had to put on gauzes. I could feel that my face had swelled, though only on the left cheek and gum. Cuz that's where my only wisdom tooth was under the gums before op. That area hurts most. The rest are fine, surprisingly. I just have to pray that the swelling would not go any further. God has been really good!

I was pretty surprised when I was discharged, to see both my parents arrive to fetch me home. Cuz I only expected my dad. But mum came too. haha. And she was smiling to see me well. Dad was still consoling me from my pains too. haha. Dad cooked congee for me, while I had together with soya bean from Jollibean. I tried resting while I was at home, but the moment I rest my head, the pressure would make the swell hurts. And I would be smelling blood that keep flowing into my throat. But thank God I could still eat at least congee. Chew abit. But that's very good already.

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