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Surgery. Day D

06:00 The nurse wakes me up. I’ve slept all night through thanks to the sleeping tablet. He hands me my surgery-gown, underwear (for what!? I have my own!), white stockings (to avoid blood clots forming due to all day lying).

06:10 I try to fit into those stockings. Oh my, they are thight!

06:20 Stockings on, gown on, underwear on (can somebody explain me why do I have to wear such horrible knickers?)

06:30 I take the sedative. I wait in bed. The nurse comes and wheels me on my bed to the operating room. I am calm. I look at the ceiling lights along the corridors, just like in films.

[later] I move from my bed to the surgery couch which is less comfy, actually. They take off my gown and cover me with a warm green towel. I get all kinds of padding under my knees, head, arms… so that I feel more comfortable. It’s not that bad after all. Anesthesia team comes and … nothing else.


11:00 I wake up in ICU in my own bed again, with the hospital gown on and with the breathing tube in my mouth. That is fun. I can breathe through my mouth or sucking from the tube, which goes directly to my lungs. Nap. I feel groggy. I fall asleep all the time even if I try very hard to see what the room is like. Nap. I feel it’s terribly cold. Nap. Nurses come and tell me everything is over and I did very well. They ask me stuff, my name, how do I feel… I answer. Nap. I’m freezing, it’s so cold I am shivering. They lay warm towels on top of me and place a heating-fan inside the bed. That warm air is great, actually. I want such a fan for my winter nights, my boyfriend always complains my feet are always ice cold! Nap.

12:00 I wake up in my room. Nap. They’ve removed the tube but I am forced to breathe through the mouth because of the nose packing I am wearing. I feel very tired, but I’m fine. No pain. Nap. Nurses ask me about my vision and pull fingers in front of me: “miss magpie, how many fingers are there here?” and even though I know a normal hand only has 5 fingers, I see around 9. Far away, let’s see, the door of the room: I see one. But things placed close to me, I see them twofold. Nap.

13:30 I feel quite well so I start to tell my parents and bf (and hospital-roommate) about all I can remember, about the white stockings, the hospital knickers, about the wake-up room.. and suddendly I start to throw up. A lot. Apparently I bled a lot during the surgery (everyone bleeds, but I bled more) and there is a lot of dry blood everywhere inside me I have to get rid of. My body has decided the fastest and easiest way: get sick. This is quite tricky as I can’t bend and I have to do it sitting, which is quite anti natural. Anyway, after a while I feel better, I lay, I rest… and I am terribly thirsty!! Nap.

18:00 Did I say I am thirsty!!??!! Nap.

19:00 Hellooo… I have to breathe mouth open, which is tiring, and my mouth gets dry. Besides I am thirsty because I didn’t have anything to drink in the whole day… Nap.

20:00 Hello!! I am thirsty!! I am awake, I still see 9 fingers instead of 5, but I feel well. I don’t throw up anymore. The nurse brings me something like a lollypop but made out of cotton with a lemon flavour. I know it’s lemon because there is a lemon pictured on the box the lollypops live in, but I realise I don’t taste it. I also realise that I don’t feel anything in my palate (behind my upper teeth)… and the cotton lollypop is starting to set my teeth on edge.

(mmm, yummy, yummy!)

20:10 Sleep… Day D is over.


June 11, 2008 at 8:27 am Leave a comment

hospital, day 0

I went to the hospital on April 27th in the evening. It was a Sunday. Surgery was planned for Tuesday early in the morning but I needed to be at the hospital the whole Monday to get some things checked. So, I arrived there on sunday evening and hit my first milestone: I met my roommate.

She had had surgery, the same as I needed, one week earlier. She looked fine. Her voice was a little bit weird, apparently because of the breathing-tube during the surgery. She explained me plenty of interesting things such as how does the bed bend and where is the light, how does the tv work, what time do we wake up, etc. Our room is great (that was another milestone), very big, very big bathroom, huge window from where a forest could be seen… and very quiet.

Seeing my roommate so well helped me a lot. There is nothing to fear! And besides, she was such a nice person she’d always answer my questions and helped the worries stay away from me.

The following day, Monday, I had
– an oral glucose-tolerance test,
– a sight field (whatever you call it) because the adenoma is close to the optic chiasma and there is a risk it is damaged during the surgery,
– a chat with the anesthesia team and
– a chat with the neurosurgeon.

Everything was fine but for the chat with the neurosurgeon. He was a little bit too straightforward (in my oppinion). I was kind of afraid of him…I didn’t want him to think I was asking too much so I didn’t ask for all the details of the surgery such as how, what instrument are used, will they use X-Rays, what about the bone structures on the way…. Now I regret. A couple of things remain still unclear for me, minor details, but I would love to know the answer. This was the only thing I can complain about. My family is with me, they agree he could have been a somewhat nicer, closer, but I am not there to be his friend, I am there to be his patient, and he is the best neurosurgeon in Europe, which is what I want him to be.

Instructions from the anesthesia-team for monday night and early tuesday (day D) are two little pills. One for monday night, so that I can sleep through the night in case I feel I am too nervous (which I am) and a mild sedative for tuesday morning (my surgery is scheduled at 7 am) which I must take in order to remain calm and because less amount of anesthesia is needed if I take it.

So, it’s monday evening, I took the sleeping pill and I felt tired and relaxed… good night!

June 9, 2008 at 7:36 am Leave a comment


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