My scars (part 1)

Because of my topic about my mom's hospitalization, I was able to think of something to publish. I guess you are slowly getting to know me more and more each passing day so I might as well share with you my scars. I have already mentioned this in one or two of my articles but I was hospitalized 3 times already. First time was when I was in grade school for dengue fever. Second and third time was when I was (again) unemployed. 

Before I found out that I had gallstones, I though it was just some gastric pains as I am relieved by pain relievers for heartburn and acid reflux. Sometimes I even point some foods are the culprit for my stomach aches because after when a eat something. a few hours later my upper abdomen is acting up. Then my mom said that I should have an ultrasound to check what is really wrong with me. We found out that I had 1 (7mm) gallstone. The doctor said that I need to undergo surgery because there are chances that if the gallbladder ruptures, the stone may travel inside my stomach and block my intestines and my health would be at risk. When I heard surgery, I know that it is money again. 

I did not do what our doctor has instructed us instead I reseaeched first with Dr. Google. LOL. I know majority of us are guilty of consulting Google first. I saw one article that says if I drink thi, I will be able to get rid of my gallstone naturally without surgery. Of course I did that. LOL. And after few days, I saw in my poops that there were tiny green like stones and I donot know which one of those is my one and only 7mm stone. LOL. I thought that I was able to pass my stone since I haven't experienced any pain or discomfort in my abdomen. I was able to eat the foods that I thought was the culprit. And then it started hurting again. Ao I said to myself that the article that I read was not true. I went back to drinking the medicines again  unril one night,  I wasn't relieved. I was up all night bearing the pain. During that time my mom was not yet my roommate so when I realized that she was already awake, I called her through our landline as it was hard for me to stand up. When she sas my condition, she immediately woke up my dad and my brother and told them that I needed to be brought in the hospital. 

Did you know what my dad said? How about my breakfast? LOL. No I was not the one who was in charge of our breakfast. Because we did not have a helper that time, it was my mom who makes our meals. Of course my mom would accompany me to the hospital and it was my brother who would drive us there so my dad would be left alone that is why he was worried about his food. LOL. My mom was so angry that he was more worried about his food over me. During that time I did not care about what was happening but looking back I find it really funny. My brother drove me and my mom to the hospital and went back home. 

I cannot remember how long I was in the emergency room but it was my first time to experienced a lot of doctors and nurses asking me what happened to me all in different times. Then they would ask me to rate the pain level that I was feeling that time. I know one nurse or doctor asked me to rate it 1-10 and I said 13!! LOL. It was really painful that they couldn't give me a medicine yet because they are still running some tests. 

After hours in the emergency room, I was then transferred to my room. As far as I can remember I know I was still able to have my early dinner because I needed to fast for my other tests the following day. I remembered I was even asked if I was a smoker and how many sticks I smoke per day and when I started. So if you are a smoker, (I'm not going to advice you to quit but if you can quit early then that would be very good) better know how many sticks you puff each day as hospital personnels would be asking you that a lot of times if ever you will have an operation. My parents know that I smoke so I had nothing to be afraid of. However being a smoker can somehow be a problem during surgery and I am sure you know as to why.   When my test results were out, my anaesthesiologist, cardiologist and my gastroenterologist visited me on different times telling me that I am scheduled for surgery the following day and that would make my 3rd day at the hospital. 

When I found out that I was scheduled for operation, my mind had a lot of worries. I was thinking about the scar or if I would be forgetful after my operation because of the anaesthesia or what does my dad would have to say about my operation or where will we get money. I was so stressed even when I was suppose to relax because of my scheduled operation. 

I asked my anaesthesiologist if I will be forgetful and she said no. I asked my gastroenterologist how the operation would be and he explained to me everything in detail. It was a laparascopic operation so he would cut 3 small incisions in my upper abdomen, right mid quadrant and on my navel. I forgot if it was the camera that was passed through my navel but I was imagining everything when my doctor were explaining things to me.

It was because of my operation that I have been interested in science. I hated it when I was still a student. My dad wanted me to be a lawyer and my mom wanted me to be a nurse or a doctor but I said I don't like science. After all the one on one explanations with my doctor, I was able to absorb everything that he said. During my mom's hospitalization, I was also able to remember the medicines that was given to her and even asks the nurses and doctors for what those medicines are for. 

Will tell you more about my first operation on the second part of this article. By the way, you might be confused with my lead image as it is different with my small incisions, it was during my second operation and I will use that again on my next article.