I was discharged.
I had myomectomy and D&C scheduled at 6pm on 24 Sep 04. It was the day the doctor removed my baby from my womb. It was a scary experience. 15 minutes before I was wheeled to the operating theatre, I was given an injection. It made me feel very drowsy and giddy. My doctor came and said to me, "Dun worry, everything will be fine". I just nodded my head and gave him a smile.
I was transferred to the operating table. I could see the huge operating lights which I frequently saw on TV. It was scary. I have never imagined myself to be under those lights! Next, the aneasthetist came and stood on my left. Another nurse was on my right. And another nurse covering me with several layers of green cloth. I could hear the cling cling cling metal instruments. Many things are happening! I saw the operating kit - the knife, scissor, etc. My God! Before I knew it, the anaesthetist had already lifted my left hand and started puncturing. I felt a gush of blood flowing out. A nurse stood beside him and held a tray of syringes. Geez! He told me "Have a good sleep". I saw him injecting 3 syringes of medication and I was out!
The next thing I knew when I woke up was excruciating pain. I cannot speak cos I still have pipes in my mouth. I cried in pain. I can hear that there are machines around me. Someone kept calling my name and asked me to open my eyes. I opened. It took a while before my doctor gave me some painkiller. It worked almost immediately. Thank God for the invention of painkillers!
I cannot remember being wheeled back to the ward, and how I got on the bed. I do remember crying in pain for the rest of the night till they gave me painkiller on the drip. I can hear my husband comforting me when I was crying. Thank you, darling... I know my parents and sisters were around. I could hear them, but I was too drowsy to open my eyes.
On the 4th day, I remembered that I can be discharged. When the doctor visited me in the morning, and asked "Do you feel pain?" Without hesitation, I said "No!" He laughed. haha... Maybe he knew I had told a white lie... I wanted to go home. I was relieved that I could go home already.
The experience was like living in hell being tortured. I will never want to go through another surgery again... never ever again...