Tag: Heart

The Day of the Operation

Part 1

After my blissful sleep at the hospital I went and had my shower with the strange solution. I think I was still in a daze. I had many doctors again visit me in the morning. My surgeon came to visit me around 11am. He was all scrubbed up in his surgeon gear. I asked him what time likely the operation would commence, as I though it was scheduled for about 6pm. He told me they wanted to get started early and I would probably get going around 12:00pm.

Another Russian doctor came to discuss the operation also. She had paperwork on her screen that I had to sign. I remember there being an option about the operation being filmed for future reference. She just ticked this box for me without asking!

There were constantly doing ECG’s and bloods at this times. The nurses came to put my valuables in an envelope. I was a bit annoyed that I didn’t get a locker to myself. My suitcase had been taken away at the beginning.

I think around this time I was assigned my own nurse. She had the same name as me which I took to be a lucky sign. She was nice and we were chatting away.Then all of a sudden they came to get me for the operation. As they started to wheel me down one of the nurses said to another one ‘ we need to sort out the bra for after’. They then muttered something about a 40D. The.se are special post surgery bras that fasten at the front.

As I was wheeled down to theatre I think I said a few Hail Marys to keep my mother happy. They parked me outside the theatre. I remember there was an array of Philippine nurses who I have to say were all amazing. At this point a rather stern Phillipino nurse came out and looked at me and said ‘right who have we got here then’. They then transferred me to another operating table and wheeled me into the operating theatre.

To be honest a lot of people would be terrified at this point but i had been here so many times before it didn’t seem such a big deal. I had already had surgery as a young child (which i don’t remember) and I had had the TOE and groin procedure 2 years before.

My line in my left arm had been set up. I gazed up and saw the Japanese anaesthetist. I think he said he name was Tomokoto or something. They both introduced themselves. That was that…the lights went out and i don’t recall a thing.

Motivation

Yesterday i tried to do some bits on the computer but i literally feel braindead sometimes. This is brainfog on a different level. I also feel like my eyesight has significantly deteriorated since I had the operation. I must get this checked.The scar is quite itchy.

I try day to day to pick up the pieces of my life. This is good therapy for me. Pardon me if my writing seems confused. I am going to go right back to the start to journal what I remember.

I brought far too much to the hospital. I remember thinking “God, most people get to go to the hospital to have a baby. At least they get a prize at the end. What will i get.. a new scar”.

My elderly parents dropped me to the hospital where we had lunch. I felt quite guilty in a way to put this burden upon them. Having not being in a relationship at the time. I brought a suitcase. We then went up to the ward to check in. I was given a bracelet and shown to my bed. I don’t think there were many women around at that point. My parents probably stayed about another 20 minutes. We said our goodbyes. It was at this point that it began to get real.

It was just me on the ward at that point. There was a girl to the left of me with her mother. She was talking to doctors and I was eavesdropping. From what I could make out she was having a gallbladder procedure. I remember the doctor explaining this was very painful. She was also having something done to her heart.

A couple of nurses came here and there to check on me. They told me i would have my last meal at 6pm and i was to not eat from that point until the operation. I wondered around the hospital a bit to get my bearings. I watched as the ward slowly filled up.

A couple of different doctors came to visit. There was so many of the it was hard to keep track. I tried to get comfortable and get used to where everything was.

I specifically remember the anaesthetist paying me a visit around this time. He was a very serious Japanese guy. He kind of sobered me up and brought me to the reality of what was about to occur. He said to me it was really important that I get a good night sleep, the night before the operation, otherwise it is not good if I was “stressed” in the operation. This freaked me out somewhat. I shook his hand and he said “don’t worry we will take good care of you”.

After this I think I had a bit of a cry. It was all getting a bit much. I spoke to the nurse about getting a sleeping tablet for later. She said she would ask doctor. I also had a nurse come and give me this solution. She said I was to wash myself with it that night, including my hair and I was also to wash myself again in the morning. An impending sense of doom began to arise within me.

I had my dinner around 6. I remember being pleasantly surprised by it. Later in the evening they moved me to another ward. This ward was full of ladies and some that that had just come from surgery. I remember directly across from me there was an Indian lady. She had a tube up her nose and looked to be in a lot of pain. She had a morphine button which she kept pressing. I remember the staff came and a placed a board under her to take an x-ray. I did try to talk to her but I don’t think her English was that great . She mentioned something about a valve.

To the left of my bed was an elderly English lady. She introduced herself and said she had heart failure. She had a scar where she had a procedure. I think it was something to do with her aorta.

I tried to settle but it was quite a weird and unsettling experience. I was watching my programmes on my phone and tried to do some reading. I went and had my shower and then later the nurse came with my sleeping tablet. I’m glad it wasn’t temazepam. It was a mild sleeping tablet. I drifted off into a lovely sleep but I was still awoken throughout the night for the nurse to do their checks.