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Months to Weeks Prior to the “Event”
Okay, so for the 3rd time this year, i’d been hit by my most hated condition – tonsillitis. I actually can’t remember a year since childhood when I didn’t have it. Also been the culprit for the 6 long years of agony from the monthly Penadur shots I got just to cure my rheumatic fever (imagine a 1 1/2inch long needle going deep into your glutes every month, releasing that thick antibiotic solution which is more painful than the needle itself! And there was this one time, when they had to inject it THREE F@*#IN’ TIMES since the solution keeps on clogging the needle! Well I’m happy those helluva days are over!) So the first time was early this year, March if I remember it right. The second, last July. It was a nasty one! Barely were I able to swallow and white patches were all over my tonsils. So I went to my otorhinolaryngologist, and he prescribed me antibiotics after the inspection. Apparently, he’s been my favorite doctor for my tonsillitis, so he knows how many times I’ve had them for the past couple of years. He advised me to undergo tonsillectomy for a better and long-term effect. I pondered on it very deeply. A minute later, I’m out of his office with the prescription. No way for a surgery! =P
And then just a little more than 2 months later (last week).. These beta hemolytic A streptococcal zombies were back to attacking my tonsillar garden yet again!!! And worse, I’m all feverish, and having those migratory joint pains I never thought would occur again (RF classic symptoms). I was so ill to go to the hospital, i sent my doctor a message on facebook instead. He messaged back, prescribed me another type of antibiotics (stronger I suppose – and not to mention, a little more expensive, wuhuhu). But then the response didn’t end there. There was an added: “OR, you can come here at the hospital now and let’s have ’em removed.” This time, I really didn’t think much. Couple of messages were exchanged and the decision was made.
October 15 (10:30AM)
I went inside my doctor’s clinic. Chit. Chat. I’ve completed my 7days of antibiotic? Yes doc. Chit. Chat. Got out of the office with the admitting orders in my hand. Scheduled. When? Wednesday. Right. That’s the day after tomorrow.
October 16 (11:45PM)
So as a first-and-last-timer, i needed to do research about the intra-operative goodies regarding the stuff. Not that extensive, since as a nurse, I already know the basics. But gosh! I’m the patient now, not the healthcare lady. I started with the videos. The main surgical procedure and the post-anesthesia period. Everything was going well. Until I got int this forum. Everyone was describing the experience differently, and yet similarly — WORST pain; absolutely MISERABLE; driving me CRAZY; CAN’T eat; LOSE weight (are you kidding me???); TWO WEEKS MISERY. And I’m reading all these with my own surgery happening 14 hours from now. Great. I got to sleep. (if i can sleep.) I prayed.
October 17 – The BIG DAY
Woke up and prayed. I decided to have a light breakfast first before having a shower – just a half cup of plain rice and scrambled eggs. Mama and I have decided the night before that I go to the hospital first, since i needed to undergo a series of work ups and pre-op check ups before the “main event” at 2PM. Mama will just follow since she needed to accomplish few things, perhaps arrive at Lorma before noon. So after some prep, i left the house and received the “goodluck”s from my family.
Arrived at the ER and gave my doctor’s admitting orders to the nurses on duty (I missed these guys!) Chit. Chat. I proceeded to the admitting section and gave infos, signed papers. Then went back again for the main admitting process. Weighed myself and frowned: 44.3 kg! And it’ll still go down after my surgery! Waah!! I hate the thought of me getting skinnier than ever! Shrugged it off my mind thereafter. I need to be positive today. I then changed for the hospital gown and proceeded to my ER bed. Blood works. ECG. Interview. IV line insertion. And even more chats. Then, I’ve been ushered to the Radiology department for my chest X-Ray, and accompanied to my room afterwards.
Got nothing to do.. So facebook time!!! And oh my gosh! My husband’s finally messaged me! ^_^ He’s been out of reach since yesterday.. But I’m extremely happy to finally hear from him! Definitely washed out all my fears for later and the next days to come. He’s my fountain of strength. “I love you babe!”
Seen by one of my doctors for my cardiopulmonary clearance. Interview. Auscultation. Chat. And cleared!
My GFF also stopped by to wish me luck (she’s currently on duty at the Pediatric Ward) Thanks thanks Chiz!
And then Mama’s finally here! A few hours later, my auntie also arrived to assist Mama in assisting me.. Yeiy!
The orderlies are finally here to take me to the operating room. Apparently, there has been a vehicular accident that needed immediate surgical intervention, which caused the delay. No problem about that.. I said a silent prayer for the poor old victim.. and of course, more prayer for me, for a successful operation and a speedy recovery.
Inside the operating room. Lots of hellos and how-are-yous from former workmates. Feels like home! Believe me when I say there isn’t a trace of fear or nervousness.. I’m totally relaxed. Then my anesthesiologist came and approached me – a funny and friendly guy. Chat. My main doctor, the ORT also joined and then more updates and jokes were cracked that kept the atmosphere warmly friendly. While the scrub nurse was finalizing, setting up the OR table, the anesthesiologist told me he’s going to intubate me, I was like okie dokie! Then I heard the cue: “Let’s get this started!”. They injected something into my IV line, and in no more than 15seconds, it’s BLACK OUT!
Next thing I remember, I was in the recovery room along with 2 (or just one?) other post-op patients to my left. Uhm, I was still groggy that time, having double visions due to the anesthesia. The RR nurse (who happens to be a townmate ^^,) was attending to us, and I’m not sure whether it’s me she’s referring to when she said in ilocano “hello girl, you were toxic earlier”. I wanted to laugh and tell her “sorry ate..” but all I did was smile and close my eyes again.
Minutes after, I was brought back to my room. I looked at the wall clock in front of my bed – 5:35PM. The anesthesia was probably starting to wear off – I could feel the nasty pain in my throat, my saliva’s accumulating in my mouth and I can hardly swallow, but painfully did. I decided to go back to sleep as I was still dizzy.
Woke up again. And my stomach’s growling. I need to eat. But then again I remember, can’t eat REAL foods yet. Mama saw me awake and asked what I needed. I can’t speak, so I made a sign with my hands. They said I can only eat ice cream for now, and my aunt, who happens to be a nurse too, went out to get my cold treat. I ate slowly, and painstakingly. =(
Then I remember, my husband told me to message him when the surgery’s over, to know that I’m OK – and so I did. But then minutes later, I started throwing up, almost filling up two kidney basins. It wasn’t horrible as I expected it to be because it wasn’t bloody. But then my sore throat became worse due to the strain the action of vomiting has put on it. Darn! My trip to Mount Calvary has started – I told myself.
That night, I wasn’t able to sleep. I keep waking up like every 15-20 minutes (this I swear) because of pain and the need to either spit out or swallow my saliva (which would cause me more pain eitherway). I was awake everytime my pretty nurses and nurse aides came in to give me IV meds or replace my consumed IV fluids. Oh yeah, the Zombie mode is officially turned on.
October 18 – Day 1 Post-Op
I told myself I needed to eat and drink lots of fluid, or else I’ll get dehydrated (which I was probably starting to be – that morning I was feverish and having chills). I ate more ice cream and popsicles and drank more water – cold to be exact. My sister also came for moral support (ayyeee!!! ikaw na sis!! ^_^) That afternoon, my doctor checked on me, and I said I’m ready to go home (more of a lie). So from there, discharge orders were made, bills settled, home meds bought, and at around 5:20PM, we’re on our way home.
Notice: I originally planned to update this post on a daily basis, but then as my post-op days went by, I realized I couldn’t, due to extreme pain and discomfort. So I’ll just list the highlights of this horrible-yet-life-changing experience that I had.
All in all, the first week after the tonsillectomy had been a painful hell. The next days after gradually got better. With much more food, and water, and optimism and prayers, recovery went pretty well.
I officially bid bye-bye to my tonsils, along with the “-itis” attached to it!! Yeah!!!