I had an emergency appendectomy last Thursday. What I thought was yet another usual stomach upset turned out to be an experience of a lifetime.
I woke up with an excruciating pain from my stomach. I just thought that it was caused by the missed bowel movement that day. But soon as I did my thing, the worst followed. Non-stop vomiting every hour, even every 15 minutes... I didn't want to take anything orally not even medications because my stomach will just reject it. And it was even more painful...
At first I didn't want to tell my mom about what I was feeling. But I was chilling already and the pain was overwhelming that I had to rush downstairs and call Ate Chona for help.
I took a bath, anticipating that it would be my last for the coming days. Soon as mom arrived, they rushed me to the hospital.
The doctors didn't give any medications initially. I was still under observation. Pain was still there although a bit tolerable than when I was at home. I was more comfortable in the emergency room with lesser trips to the comfort room to vomit once more. My complete blood count was taken. The results were released after two hours. It revealed that my white blood cell count was high. At that time, mom was already mad because the resident doctors didn't inform my physician that I was in the emergency room which was a usual procedure to follow.
When my doctor knew about it, he immediately went to me and instructed to inject nexium for the pain. He made palpations in my stomach and concluded that it was appendicitis. That was the initial findings of the resident doctors as well. He then instructed to put me in admission, put IV, and no food nor water intake for the next hours.
I was sent to my room using a stretcher as I couldn't sit comfortably in a wheel chair anymore. We waited for the final assessment of the surgeon. Several resident doctors entered my room. Some were under my gastroenterologist while some were under the surgeon. The surgeon finally arrived at 10 in the evening. Without conducting any palpation or auscultation, he already said let's go. I'll see you in the operating room in a while.
That was it. I was not given the opportunity to reject. Time was of the essence.
The nurse assisted me in changing my clothes to hospital gown, placed me in the stretcher, and went to the operating room. Although I still had a few last minute text messages sent to my friend. Then after that, I gave my phone to mom. I thought that she could go with me inside the operating room. But she wasn't allowed anymore. Good thing she was able to kiss me while we were still in the room and she slipped my little prayer book in between my left hand and the splint.
I just smiled at her to make her feel that I am ok. But I was actually scared. That was my first major operation. But I take inspiration from her since she's been through several surgery in the past.
The anaesthesiologist talked with me and then informed me of what to expect. Afterwards, the anaesthesia was injected to me. Only a few minutes after that, I was numb already. Later did I know, I was asleep and the operation started already.
I woke up in the middle of the operation. I thought that they opened my whole stomach. I even heard my surgeon asked the anaesthesiologist if I was awake. At that time, I was looking at my blood pressure projected in the monitor above my head. The doctor patted my head and told me to just go to sleep.
Then the operation was over. I was placed in the recovery room. But I really wanted to go back to my room already. It took me two hours to stabilize and my sensation return.
Mom and Kuya was asleep when I returned. Mama was relieved. Another medication was injected so I didn't get to know what happened next. Although I still remember that one of the resident surgeons visited me.
The following morning I began to feel the pain. Although most of the day I was asleep. Several doctors and nurses enter my room every so often to monitor.
The next day was hell. I was instructed to stand and walk and so I did. It was painful. I couldn't cough not even move and my left hand where the IV was injected started to swell. I cried several times because of either the pain in my wound or in my left hand while antibiotics was injected.
Some friends and relatives visited me.
Sooner I began to feel better. Pain was still there. Going to the cr was just a futile attempt. But I did it through the help of my mom and Uncle Ruben.
Now I am here at home. Still in the recovery process. I am very happy and grateful to God that He cured me from my sickness and He has given me such a wonderful family and friends who prayed and supported me in every way that they can. Not only that, He also blessed me with a good news as I passed my Property subject this semester. Just a few more, all will be great. I know God will give it to me again.
I am just sad as I had to bid good bye to my little appendix who's been with me throughout all the food trips. I wasn't able to see him but I know he is now resting... haha*
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