My operation was successful though I don't know how long I was on the recovery room. All I can remember was they brought me to a very cold room and my anaesthesiologist had told me that she was about to inject the anaesthesia and that it might sting a little bit but did you know that was the last that I could have ever remembered. Cool right? LOL. I just woke up I was already in the recovery room. I felt something was on my throat any I remembered what my friend who was a nurse have told me when she visited me day before my operation that they will put a mask on me. All my friends visited me day before my operation although different times because they all have work. My last visitor was when I was already sleeping.
When the nurse had noticed that I was already awake, he informed me that he will ask someone to bring me back to my room. And when I was already in my room, my godmother who was my mom's sister was my guardian since I was admitted was so happy to see me that I was already back from the recovery room. She was the one whom I begged to look after my mom for a few days when she was hospitalized.
When I was already in the room, I said that I want to pee and my godmother told me that she would escort me to the bathroom but I said I can manage. She was so shocked because I was able to stand up right away after the operation. She said that I was as strong as a carabao. She really couldn't believe it and I couldn't as well. I didn't feel like I just came from a surgery. She called my mom right away and told her about it and also our relatives abroad. She was like a reporter who reports everything to everyone. LOL.
After I peed, I went back to sleep and the following morning my vision was a little blurry and I think it was probably because of the after effects of the operation though it was only for a short while.
Then my dad visited me together with my mom. Instead of asking me how I was, he scolded me. Well not totally but he just said that we do not have the money and this thing happens to me and then it goes back to my lifestyle and my eating habits and me being unemployed and all that.
And the doctors also visited me and had informed me that my gallbladder was so inflammed and that they had removed not just one 7mm gallstone but two. The anaesthesiologist saud that it may not have been seen on the ultrasound probably because it was on a different angle. That explains why I was in so much pain that the medicines did not work anymore. Did you know what my stones looked like? They looked like the seeds of a tamarind. I was able to take it home for remembrance. LOL. My mom and my godmother werr joking that it was a very expensive stones that I should make it into a pendant to always remember how much my dad had paid for my hospital bill. Even if I don't see those stones, I still have my scars which are not that visible and the moment in my life is already stamped on my head. So I really cannot forgot about that.
The go signal for me to go home is if I will be able to pass gas. And the following day I was cleared to go home but I was afraid because my dad mighy continue to give me a sermon but he didn't. When I was recuperating, my mom prohibited me from smoking. I was only able to last a week without it so I would hide from my family if I were to smoke. LOL. Then when I had my follow up check up with my gastroenterologist, I asked him if I can go back to smoking and he said yes. I also asked him on when I can start to exercise or look for a job and I think he said that after a month since it was laparascopic. Healing time is more faster than open surgeries. I forgot what he said but I didn't look for work nor did I exercise right away. I waited for months to start with my job hunting. As for my exercise, it was years. LOL.
Then here we go again after many years, I had another operation again and this time it was during this pandemic. I woke up feeling bloated. I did not eat because I hate what I was feeling so I lay in our sofa and massaged aceite de manzanilla. Good thing my sister-in-law left a small bottle of my godson in their room. Aceite de manzanilla is like an efficacent oi but milder and for babies. I felt Iike I wanted to pass gas so I thought of using it however I was still feeling the same. When I checked the bottle, it was already expired. LOL. But that is not the case so I just slept with it as the pain was tolerable. It was just a bloating feeling or like dysepsia.
Hours have passed and the pain was slightly increasing and I started to feel nauseous. My mom called our neighbor who was a doctor, the same doctor who visited my mom when she had a wound infection. She asked my mom what I was feeling and she suspects it to be appendicitis. Right away she told my mom to bring me to the hospital to make some tests but the problem was which hospital. I think it was dinner time when my mom had called our neighbor. After that my mom called my dad to go home right away as there is an emergency. Yes, even if there was a pandemic, my dad was still out meeting with his friends. Well that was before as he started not to go out late last year when he got sick.
To be continued on my next article. Stay tuned.
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