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Monday, January 24, 2005

guess who's back???

'zup people??? i'm alive and kickin'...just recovered from the
bloodiest time of my life, heheh. nah, just a minor surgery.
was admitted wednesday morning and was discharged the following day. As i've said, this was my first and it was really weird. We went to the day surgery dep't at 10 am, after 30 or so minutes, the nurse asked me to changed my clothes into a holloween costume - a disposable undie, a long dress with my exposed butt, a wardrobe and a shower cap, thought it was a ninja costume without a sword. After that, I gave all my belongings to my wife and was asked to lay down and then the nurse started pushing my bed. It was like watching a movie as I was pushed to the operating room - deafening but serene and all I can see was the strands of bright light on the ceiling in a few seconds interval, or am I just too nervous, heheh. In the operating room, there was this filipino nurse that I started talking to, while the injection guy was having a good time punching the needle on my arm (he missed 3 times), then after 2 mins, I was already unconcious.
The urge to pee woke me up, thought of my morning ritual, I was to force my self up but the nurse stopped me and gave me a urinal instead, whew, what a relief, went back to sleep then when I woke up, it was already almost 6pm, laying side by side with my 5 freak wardmates. My wife, baby S, gg and bebe went home before 10 and I soon retired my eyes from the sound of the tweaking fan in the ceiling.
'HOYYYYYY', a nerve-breaking shout from one of my freak wardmate and it's f_cking 3am in the morning. He's an old man, probably in his 70's and enjoyed breaking the silence of the wee hours. I went up to leak then asked the nurse to changed my bloody nose bolster. I cannot go back to sleep and it's only freaking 3am, good thing my wife brought me this book I'm reading for 65 years.
The morning was great, I was asked to go to my doctor's clinic and after the cleaning, I was allowed to go back home. This hospital experience changed my perceptions on my health - we can't just rely on what the doctors can do with our problems, our own body are our own responsibility...kaya INUMAN NA!

6 comments:

ting-aling said...

Uy, mabuti naman nakabalik ka na. Pero "inuman na" naman ang una kong narinig sa iyo. Ako naman susunod na magpa-pa-surgery..next month..hay buhay..

Tanggero said...

hello ma'am Ting, salamat. Good luck din po sa surgery mo, hope you'd be ok soon.

metal said...

yes bro...mukhang brand new ka ngayun. kala ko nung una sa kwento mo nasa massage parlor ka...hehehe. good 'tol medyo nabawasan na yang pinoproblema mong ilong. one day lang pala, para ka lang nagbakasyon sa hotel...

salamat sa tagay bro!

Tanggero said...

IDOLLLL! hehehe, ganun lang talaga siguro pag first time, at ok na ok na ko ngayon. Balik gym ako para pag-uwi ng Pinas, laklak to death, nyahahah, biro lang, di na ko iinom, promise (ng kunti).

rolly said...

MAbuti naman at natapos na ang iyong ordeal sa ostpital. Ang hirap no. Wala kang magawa at para kang nakaposas dahil sa dextrose, kung kailan ka tulog asaka darating ang nurse o minsan,yung doctor. At kung anu-ano pa ang gagawin sa yo pag may kailangang prep yung operation...

Tanggero said...

Sir Rolly, nung matapos yung surgery, antok na antok ako kaya tulog na lang then nung gabi, inalis na din yung dextrose kasi kumain na ko, naiwan lang yung karayom. Un-easy lang nun umaga kasi may karayom sa kamay ko habang nangungulit ako ng mga nurse sa ospital, hehehe.