The worst is over

Finally I went for D&C procedure on 20th Jan 15. It was a nerve wrecking wait up to the day of surgery and the day itself was especially bad.

Was told to fast since 12midnight the previous day to prepare for admission at 10.30am on the very morning. Was told that I will be administrate some medication and need wait 2hours for the medication to take effect and operation is scheduled at 1pm or so they claimed.

I knew our hospitals are crowded but never expect it to be this crowded even with an appointment for admission. There was no bed for me when I was admitted and I was placed in a high dependency ward to wait for my surgery. This also caused some confusion later in the operation room when the nurses and doctor realized I was sent down from a high dependency ward. I explained it was due to lack of bed space just before dozing off from the anesthetic.

Waited for 1hour before a doctor came along to explain and re-confirm my consent for the surgery. Another hour passed before they came and administrate the medication for me which will need 2 more hours of waiting before I can be sent down to the OT. Mr Love was there with me but did not have a chair even to sit beside my bed. He did not dare to leave me as we did not know when I will wheeled into the OT. It was agonizing for the both of us. Finally, after much persuasion then he went for a fast lunch.

The medication took effect and I was in pain. Not unbearable but it was certainly uncomfortable. By then, I went without food and water for 14-15hours and was weak from the lack of food. But there was no other way out. By hook or by crook, I must go through it today.

Was finally wheeled down at 3pm with Mr Love looking on worriedly even to the patient's lift. This is when the nightmare begin, at least for me.

Was first put in a waiting area near the OT and told to lie there in the bare back operation robe. The air con is on to the maximum and I was shivering even when covered up with a blanket. It takes 15minutes for someone with the OT came to push me in to what they called Induction area.

Its just right outside the OT and I can hear clearly the on going operation inside. It was scary to hear the medical team going around their work and the sounds of the equipments. I was alone there for 10mins and was chanting prayers in my heart to calm myself down as well as to pray for a smooth procedure.

Someone came and repeatedly confirm my identity and medical history. It's a pain in the ass to keep answering the same questions ever since admission but there was not much of a choice.

Time check at 3.29pm when I was finally wheeled into the main OT which big equipments all around and the busy medical team preparing for my surgery. It reminded me of the day when I went for cleaning up my miscarriage. I don't like the feeling. Right up to when I was breathing hard in the gas, I was praying for the procedure to be smooth. That is how scared I am.

I did not know how long exactly the procedure is but when I woke up, am already in the recovery area waiting to be wheel back to the ward. My first words to the nurses were I am hungry and I wanted food. Time checked now is 17:00 and it had been 17 or 20hours since I went with food and drink. They promised me that food will be waiting when I am wheeled back to the ward. Told them to inform Mr Love that I had regained conscious.

Stayed a night at the hospital for observation but did not get much sleep all night. The nurses keep coming in to take my temperature and bp every 2 hours. Was so glad to see my bed when I discharged.

The worst is over now although recovery was not up to expectations. Hopefully I can resume my normal activities by next week since I am confined to the sofa and bed these 2 weeks although I do get up and do some work, no thanks to the colleague who refuse to stand in for me even though I was out of work due to medical reasons and not leisure.