I had my benign tumour over at the right salivary gland removed on 27 July' 09 which was scheduled early in the morning at +- 0930HRs. So, naturally, the day before it, I wasnt paying much attention at work (eager to go on a long holiday break!). Managed to fall into deep sleep the night prior to op because I stayed up the whole of evening trying to decide between the Omina II or the Iphone 3Gs. Nevermind, I've already set my mind on the Iphone 3Gs 16GB Black colour model once it is up for grabs. Before I could even prepare myself mentally for the op, monday morning came and greeted me right in my face with those bothersome sun-lights.
"Oh well, D-day for me," I said to myself as I was getting ready.
After changing again into the OT gown, this time for sure I knew there wont be any cancellation for the op as I was swine'flu-free. The OT nurse came and asked the same old boring checklist questions and after replying her with the usual 'Yes, Correct', she pushed my trolley bed into the OT room. Suffering from slight visual impairment without my visual aids, it instantly added on to my anxiety as I was trying hard to figure out who's the scrub nurse or the anesthetist were.
"Hi there, I'm Dr Tan, your anesthetist. Is this your first time under GA?" she asked while flipping through my medical records.
"Erm, Yes! Very FIRST!" I replied not knowing that my finger was actually scratching involuntarily against the white thick blanket.
"Dont worry about it, you'll just fall into a deep sleep," she assured me while preparing the IV cannulation set. "First of all, I will give you some pain-killers to your left hand in which after, I will insert the plug in for you."
"Alright..." I mumbled to myself as I squeezed my eyes shut!
The plug was sitting nicely in my vein but I was still very nervous till the anesthetist could pick up the signs and symptoms of my anxiety and came over to jab me with something 100X stronger than atarax 25mg or rather 10000X more powerful than the common piriton! Immediately, the drug took effect and there I was quietly resting in my trolley bed awaiting for dreamland.
They came and transfered me to the cold hard shiny metal table and surprisingly, I felt too drowsy to even take in simple instructions such as 'Inhale in deeply' or to even say a simple prayer. After three deep inhalations, my mind went into a complete pain-free and blank status. (God only knows what the surgeons were up to!)
The operation took hours and longer than expected due to the fact that the tumour was hiding away from the surgical blades. However, it seemed to me that the procedure only took a short while before I regained my full consciusness and realized that the day was almost approaching evening.
"Staff...staff! I need zofran now!" My voice was hoarse due to the intubation while my air-filled stomach begun to churn which made me felt nauseated.
"Ok I will go in and check with the Dr first," the PACU nurse replied and came back within minutes with a syringe filled with clear fluids. "There you are, your medicine for the stomach."
Everyting was in a daze except that I remembered the constant pressure on my right arm which was meant to monitor my vital signs and I would be warded in level 12 for the next few days. A nurse and the porter arrived shortly and the way up to the ward was familiar as I decided to rest my eyes and visualised my way up to Bed 38.
"Oh yay! An electronic bed!" I smiled weakly to myself. "I can adjust the bed whenever I wish to without having to press the call-bell."
Mr Tan came with my huge gym-bag hanged over his right shoulder looking half eager and half anxious to see me. He told he was so worried when there wasn't any calls from the hospital telling him that I'm in recovery room until about 4pm.
Dr Jeeve, my ENT surgeon appeared almost immediately by my bed-side and was looking satisfied while he spoke to both of us about the operation.
"The tumour didn't turn out to be that superficial," he said. "It was more than 5cm by 5cm larger and was hiding deeper, therefore, we ended up having the need to remove the majority of the gland."
"Ah...I see...No wonder the procedure took so long!" I tried my best to reply but my vocal cords were still too dry to produce quality sounds.
"Now, give me your best smile? And, puff up your cheeks? Lastly, closed your eyes tightly!" he instructed.
The mini exercise was meant to check my facial nerves and I was glad that I was able to perform without any difficulties. After the surgeon left, I felt so irritated with myself especially with the lost of voice and the churning stomach and the generalized weakness.
"Can you take my phone out? Call my mum please? Give me a plastic bag? Buy me sweets from downstairs please? Put my locker nearer to me please? Get me a straw for my water please? Bring me higher please?" I told my boyfriend without actually giving him ample time to complete each small task.
Suddenly, it reminded me of Nekmah in my ward! The way she always and consistently kept on pressing the call-bell for the exact small unimportant things from the nurses. What a pain in the neck she was. Finally, it made me understood why was she acting in that way because I had been in her shoes as a patient before. I promised myself to be a more patience nurse next time irregardless of the countless call-bells.
To all out there, Happy Nurses Day.
p.s: My drain was off on friday and I'm currently resting happily at home with my cats. Thank You everyone for the prayers, visits and gifts! :)))