It's been a month ago since my appendectomy. It was a terrible experience. The many of my firsts. My first time to b really admitted in the hospital. My first time to have a major surgery. I was scared when I found out that I have appendicitis. Of course it's a big deal to me.
When I was holding my ultrasound result stating that I have ruptured appendicitis I even made myself believe that it's not true that I was not seeing those words there. I still remember how my sister and my mother told me to pack my things and we'll go to the hospital. They had a bit of a difficult time convincing me to go. I admit that I even expect for a miracle even when I was lying in the emergency room waiting to have my surgery scheduled at 5pm. I kept on hoping that the doctor was not right that there was just something wrong. I even had a little argument with the nurse and the doctor. I told them to double check it,telling them all those "what ifs" that i can think of but finally my surgeon told me that I need to have a surgery immediately. And so there it goes.
I'm scared of hospital and worst being the patient. I covered my eyes as they brought me to the surgery room and didn't dare to look at the place.
It was difficult especially after the operation. I didn't have water even a sip of it for 24 hours and I felt that a drop of it would be like heaven.
I'm so thankful for my family cos they were all there for me. They took turn looking after me.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
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