Thursday, 22 May
I woke up, having vomited a lot during the night. I was weak and tired. During the day the doctor and surgeon visited a lot, but at 14:00 they told me that the only thing left, was to operate.
Now, I did not stress about the operation, as I like my sleep and I knew that the moment my eyes shut, they will be open again and the problem would, hopefully, be fixed.
Since I didn't get any fluids or food in me I was completely prepared to go into surgery.
By now my poor parents were also exhausted as they have to drive from Pretoria to Joburg each day. By the time the doctor gave the news, my dad was there to visit me. Mom had to stay at home with my little sister.
My dad said that, when he phoned her about the surgery, she burst into tears. Shame, poor parents.
At 17:00 I wheeled into the preparation area where the anaesthetist talked to me and explained what would happen. My dad stood by until they asked him to leave and go to the waiting area.
They wheeled me into the operating room. Now this part I can remember clearly:
Typical CF - I get so many drips and they tissue a lot, and I know when that happens they are of no use. They especially tissue when the needle wasn't used for a while. So, as I have this horrible fear of being operated on while being "Awake" (don't EVER watch that movie...), I started off by giving them instructions: Please check the drip, it might have tissued. Just inject some saline so we can test if it burns.
I think they thought me very amusing, because I was so cautious. And obviously, they are not idiots, they would have done that as well.
Luckily my drip didn't tissue and after the saline was injected, they injected a clear fluid that made my head spin. Wow... what a happy sensation!
They gave me oxygen which smelled like apricots, or peaches. It was so pleasant!
Then came the big syringe filled with the famous white fluid. They warned me that it would burn and sting, and as they injected it into my arm I could feel the burn. I started to weep, but everyone was so nice and comforting, and within seconds I was out.
3.5 Hours Later...
YES! It was a very long procedure - and with good reason! (My poor dad waited in the waiting room area the whole time.)
They wheeled me to ICU where my dad spent the night in a chair next to my bed. I remember how I woke up constantly, waving my hand so that he would hold it. And then I would fall alseep again.
I woke up, having vomited a lot during the night. I was weak and tired. During the day the doctor and surgeon visited a lot, but at 14:00 they told me that the only thing left, was to operate.
Now, I did not stress about the operation, as I like my sleep and I knew that the moment my eyes shut, they will be open again and the problem would, hopefully, be fixed.
Since I didn't get any fluids or food in me I was completely prepared to go into surgery.
By now my poor parents were also exhausted as they have to drive from Pretoria to Joburg each day. By the time the doctor gave the news, my dad was there to visit me. Mom had to stay at home with my little sister.
My dad said that, when he phoned her about the surgery, she burst into tears. Shame, poor parents.
At 17:00 I wheeled into the preparation area where the anaesthetist talked to me and explained what would happen. My dad stood by until they asked him to leave and go to the waiting area.
They wheeled me into the operating room. Now this part I can remember clearly:
Typical CF - I get so many drips and they tissue a lot, and I know when that happens they are of no use. They especially tissue when the needle wasn't used for a while. So, as I have this horrible fear of being operated on while being "Awake" (don't EVER watch that movie...), I started off by giving them instructions: Please check the drip, it might have tissued. Just inject some saline so we can test if it burns.
I think they thought me very amusing, because I was so cautious. And obviously, they are not idiots, they would have done that as well.
Luckily my drip didn't tissue and after the saline was injected, they injected a clear fluid that made my head spin. Wow... what a happy sensation!
They gave me oxygen which smelled like apricots, or peaches. It was so pleasant!
Then came the big syringe filled with the famous white fluid. They warned me that it would burn and sting, and as they injected it into my arm I could feel the burn. I started to weep, but everyone was so nice and comforting, and within seconds I was out.
3.5 Hours Later...
YES! It was a very long procedure - and with good reason! (My poor dad waited in the waiting room area the whole time.)
They wheeled me to ICU where my dad spent the night in a chair next to my bed. I remember how I woke up constantly, waving my hand so that he would hold it. And then I would fall alseep again.
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