24 March 2022
Exactly a week ago (on a Thursday afternoon), I went under the knife. My hysterectomy was scheduled for 2 p.m. and I was told that I would be wheeled into the operation theatre after 1 p.m. It caught me by surprise when the nurse came into my room at 12.30 p.m. and told me to don the garb. I was slightly frantic because hubby had not arrived. He was still parking his car. I told the nurse that he was on his way and insisted on waiting for him. Fortunately, hubby soon arrived. He too was surprised that I had been called in for surgery earlier than scheduled. It was a good thing he was there to help me to change into the surgical gown as I was a bundle of nerves.
From my room, I was wheeled to the operation theatre on a wheelchair, with hubby by my side. Then he had to let go off his hand and I had to proceed on my own. I met my anaesthetist, who tried his best to calm me down. After he set the IV drip for me, I could feel everything turning into a haze.
When I finally came to, I was about to be wheeled back from the recovery room to my own hospital room. I remember feeling cold and was in pain, which I complained about. The nurse assured me that painkillers would be administered as soon as I got back to my room. True enough, I was given a portable painkiller dispenser. I held the pump in my hand and only had to give it a squeeze every time the post-operative pain kicked in.
As soon as I was back in my room, my good friends, Angeline and Wei Ming, dropped by. Wei Ming, who is a neurosurgeon in the same hospital, found out that my surgery was over and brought his wife over. I was too woozy to chat with them. But I remember telling Angeline that I was cold and asked her to get me my socks and sweater. She even kindly helped me put on my socks. What a sweet angel! I then asked her to inform my hubby and mummy that I was out of surgery.
And that is all I remember about that night.
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