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Under the knife..Pt3 March 23, 2010


I have been such a procrastinator…I should have been done with this story since ages ago but well..yeah..what do you expect from a lazy bum like me..ehehhehe…

So anyway…

Day 3, 19th Mar

This is it…the day of my operation…gulp….i woke up exactly 8 hours since the time i fell asleep…i couldn’t eat or drink anything, i din have the mood to i just waited…my sis, who stayed with me at the ward had to go back home and go to for the next 3 hours i waited alone…i just hated the whole waiting thing…i just wanted to get it over and done with.

About close to 9am my mom came just in time to see me get pushed on the stretcher..I wont deny…i did shed a few tears…im just too emotional. I know it was nothing and i was gonna be fine but seeing my mom’s worried face and just lying down on the cold stretcher knowing i’ll be goin into the ops theater, put to sleep, get cut open, blood, flesh, tubes, needles…Have no idea how they gonna do it, what’s gonna happen during the surgery, will there be complications? will i loose alot of blood? how will be I be after i wake up? are they gonna leave the long tube down my throat after i wake up? all those Q repeating in my head as the nurses pushed me to the ops room.  I did try to calm my nerves by talking nonsense to them…stuff about the hospital layout. the weather… Oh and i did have this i-feel-like-im-in-Gray’s Anatomy moment…the scenes on TV where the director show bright lights moving fast..yeah..thats’ exactly what i saw…

Finally i was in the ops theater…not really what i imagined it would be…nothing like Gray’s or ER…its just a huge bright room with some boxes and junks stored at one corner…and equipments scattered everywhere.  I was pushed to the GA area…i remembered it was really fast..the only pain i felt was when they injected into my arm…mahn! it hurt…but quick luckily..Then after that the last i remembered before i knock-off to sleep was that i saw another guy next to me on a stretcher…The next thing I knew, i heard someone calling out the name “Hazlina..Hazlina..”  I was abit confused when i awoke cuz i wasnt really used to be being called by my middle name.. The first thing i said to the doc was…”i need to pee”…hahhahaha…

I was still drowsy when they pushed me back to my ward. I saw my mum, my uncle and aunt waiting for me inside. Then I remembered saying again i needed to pee…it was so weird and uncomfortable peeing in that stainless steel bedpan…cold i tell you…but what the heck…its not like i can get up and go to the toilet myself. As soon as i let it all out…i fell back to sleep…

When I got up, there so alot of ppl in the room…i got to know that my surgery was for 4 hours…no wonder i sooo wanted to pee the moment i woke up. And i realized there was a big gauze in my mouth…so i couldnt speak..i just looked at everyone starring and talking about me…luckily i din really feel any pain…My throat hurt tho’. I guess because of the tube (thank GOD the docs pulled out the tube BEFORE i woke up…) And i was sooo damn thirsty…but since i was advised not to consume anything i had to let it be.

That night was torturous…i couldnt sleep cuz my back and legs hurt so bad…I guess cuz my body was in one position for so was the worst muscle cramps i had…Poor mum, she had to massage my back the whole nite.

The days after…20th – 22nd March

I woke up the next day feeling abit better. But i couldnt stand the smell coming from the gauze in my mouth..the nurses didnt dare take it off without the doctor’s instructions. Imagine the blood and saliva soaked up in the gauze the whole nite. Yuck… And to make it worst, the doc only came in the afternoon…gosh..luckily i was so sleepy early in the day.

I couldnt really walk just yet so i still had to use the bedpan. And i couldnt eat anything or even drink alot of water so i only had sips of water just to wet my throat. Furthermore, i cant even open my mouth wide. My fams had to use a straw which i couldnt sip from so that use the straw to drip water into my mouth…

What i liked was that for the 1st time in my life i actually had full upper lips!!! hahahah…no Angelina Jolie but still..i had upper lip. Thanks to the soreness from the operation. Also i felt like my nostrils grew a few millimeters wider…i looked like Christina Ricci in the movie Penelope…

I was under medical care for two more nights. The 2nd day after my operation, I could already walk slowly to the bathroom to use the toilet (Thank God! No more bedpan). It was abit of a hassle for me to walk tho’ cuz I had my IV drip on my ankle…like why the ankle? Everytime i walked, blood goes out the tube and later the nurse had to adjust the IV back to my veins. Which sometimes gets very uncomfortable and painful. I really hated when the nurse comes in every few hours to give me my dose of antibiotics and painkillers…Some nurse inject the painkillers slowly into my system so i wont feel any pain.. but some nurse…whoaahh..they dont give a damn…its as if they’re rushing for something and just simply pump the painkillers into my IV…painful i tell you.

So basically it was the same routine for the few days i was there. I woke up at 6am, the nurse checked my blood pressure and den gave me my dose of antibiotic and painkillers. Read magazines, watched dvd’s, chatted with my “roommates”. Luckily friends and family came by during visiting hours. At least i wasnt so bored. At night i usually sleep late cuz i slept all throughout the day anyways….I still couldnt eat anything solid…thank gudness I have my Herbalife shake…the worst part i guess was not being able to shower…My hair was sooo damn itchy and oily. Oh and i had to walk around with a sarong cuz if i wore pants, the waist band will just dig into my hips and irritate my stitches.

The last day i was in the hospital was on 22nd March…finally i thought i cud go home and not get bored…however….it was not that nice being at home because everything seemed so far. And since my room isnt air-conditioned, i was sweeting like hell. I still couldnt wash my hair for another day cuz i was still very weak and i cant stand straight just yet. Taking a shower was also a loong process for me. I had to be careful not to wet my hip area. Being at home too also meant no one there to help me to get stuff like a glass of water or if i was hungry…i had to walk to the kitchen, heat up the porridge (i was on porridge diet for a whole week!! But no complaints cuz it did good to my waistline) …in the hospital everything was within reach…there was always someone next to me to get watever i needed.. 🙂

I was given another week to rest at home. The whole time i finished watching the whole season of Glee…watch old movies…i was basically glued to either the laptop or the cable Tv. Before i went back to work, I had another appointment with my surgeons. They had to open up my stitches. But guess wat? When they opened the stitch, my skin started to open up…so they had to leave some stitch for another week to allow the skin to really close up properly. My face was still kinda bloated from the operation. My lips sore and blistered from the tugging and puling during the surgery. My upper lip…was gone unfortunately…heheeh…

The next week i had to go back to work…bluerg!! Back to normal life. I couldn’t drive just yet so I got my best friend Nelly to drive me. Luckily we work in the same place. So it was not much of a hassle. I just chip in petrol money.

Its been weeks since my operation and im healing very well. Stitches all taken off both from my hips and from my gums. I started driving after 3 weeks. I cud walk fine already. Cant run though..still have to keep my movements to a minimum. I can finally eat solid food. But i can only chew on one side for the moment. I did loose 4kg since the operation (Wuhoooo!!!) The only prob right scar is sooooo damn itchy!!! That i guess i have to wait aliitle bit longer to heal…


Being under the knife – Part 2 March 7, 2010

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Day Two – 18th Feb 2010, Thur

The night before was so stressful. I din get to sleep at all. It was freakin’ly bright! And noisy. Everyone was awake as early as 5am. So i had to wakeup too. I finally changed into the ugly green hospital pajamas but i din wear the sarong. I dont wana walk around with that (not yet). I so couldnt wait to move to SMC. I overheard the nurses talking…seriously i didnt need to stay over a night at QEH. I could just go directly to SMC and be warded for pre-op. WTF!! Wastes the entire day just doin nothing?? So anyway, I got to ride the ambulance to SMC…unfortunately i couldn’t get to ride it with the siren on. 😦 Dang..i wanted that. I reached SMC a.k.a QEH1 and got “checked-in” to my ward. Since the SMC building is shared with QEH the whole building is divided in half, SMC being the nicer hospital. My room number was 206. They stuffed 2 extra beds in there which was suppose to be for only two. Finally an air-conditioned room with only 2 other ppl and a private bathroom!!

Anyway..nothing much happened this day. I just had to wait for the operation the next day. Oh but I did get the IV tube on my right wrist. That was scary. Luckily the doctor who did it got in the right vein. It would be a horror if they missed a vein and have to look for another.

That night might just be the longest night of my life…Every minute brought me closer to the moment i would be pushed to the operation room…and i got scared. I just wanted to get it over and done with. By 12 midnight i was told to start fasting…no food or liquid until my operation. So before that i stuffed myself with the pork bun my aunt got for the earlier. I didn’t want to get up hungry the next morning. Not that I will cause i would be on the IV drip anyways.

Just before midnight the nurse gave me something to clear my lungs just incase i get any asthma. Helps me with breathing.  Also the nurse gave me sleeping pill so i could sleep well. Thank God…i slept like a baby the rest of the night..


Being under the knife Part 1 March 3, 2010

Filed under: Clef Lips / Palate,Grover's Ramblings — astridgrover @ 9:28 am

Okay..i guess i shud have updated myself a week ago since i came back from the surgery but well..i was being my usual procrastinating self the whole week. Anyways, im back and as promised I shall tell you all about my entire ordeal…my erm..alveolar bone grafting surgery. (hah! I learnt at least one medical term from this…in this case i shud anyway). I guess this post shall be one of my longest post yet so bear with me. I like to describe things in details in my own words. So i’ll break it down a day at a time.  Here goes…

Day One – 17th Feb 2010, Wed

This particular Wednesday is not only the 1st day of this surgery was also Ash Wednesday..huh..easier for me to remember this day then. Anyways, i went to the Dental Clinic in QEH at 930am with both my mum and dad. Took my number- 1413 and waited at the waiting area till my next turn. I dint really had to wait long though…just about 15mins (compared to the 1&half hour usual wait, this was very quick). When my number was called, i went into the appointment room and the doc (Dr. Mohd Mazharul) explained whats gona be done on me. Then I had to read and sign some papers…standard procedures..incase anything goes wrong and they dont get the blame and that I have acknowledged everything that’s been explained. What was funny was that the forms were in B.Malaysia and my malay sucks. I had to ask the doc to explain to me what this one paragraph meant. The doc being from west M’sia too had a difficult time trying to explain to me in the local Sabah slang. He cud explain it to me in english..i guess i would understand better. I have no idea why they struggle to explain in BM when they know I can perfectly understand it in english (leme tell you he’s not the only doc who did that to me..mebe its just SOP? duno..).

At first the doc asked me if I wanted to be admitted to the ward the next day instead cause it only takes one day for the op-prep. So i was actually quite relieved and said that Thurs would be much better. But then later he changed his mind and told the nurse to admit me on that day anyways. Dang! The reason: There were not enough beds in the ward. So yeah…i had to stay a night at the women’s ward at QEH.

The first thing I had to do before being escorted to the ward was that I had to take some blood samples..about 2 tubes. That was actually the 1st time that much blood was taken from me…not counting the time i went for my 1st surgery when i was still an infant (i dont have any memory of that. I only know the 2 IV tube scars on both my hands) After that’s done, one of the nurse escorted me to the female surgical ward at the old block of QEH (previously the children’s ward). My bed, Extension 1, was smack in the middle of the room. It was lined along the other beds..meaning..when i lie down, all feet facing me. Oh..and my feet facing another person’s head. Anyway..i dint like it der at all..especially the bathroom!! Its so gross!! I soo didnt need to be there…i was the healthiest patient around!! I spent my time just lying on the bed reading & sleeping.  It was agonizingly BOOOORING!! aaand not to mention depressing and lonely..