D.O.S (Day of Surgery)

It’s finally the big day! After months of anticipation, hair pulling out, and no sleep, it’s finally here. My surgery was 10 hours long, which meant that they would start the actual surgery around 8 o’clock in the morning, which meant I would have to arrive at the hospital around 6:30 for prep. WHICH MEANT I would have to get up at like 5, because I live around 40 minutes away (driving) from the hospital. But honestly, even if my surgery time was later, I still don’t think I would’ve gotten any sleep the night before. You just can’t! There are a million things going on in your head. Physically, your body is exhausted and wants to rest, but mentally, you’re wide-awake, thinking of every possible bad scenario that could occur.

So, I arrive around 6:30 am, now what? Well basically between that time and the actual surgery time, there’s paperwork that needs to be filled out, the changing of clothes into a hospital gown (which makes you feel a whole ‘nother type of vulnerable…), IVs that need to be put in and started, and a little bit of time for your family to wish you luck and send their love and prayers.

From the time I was moved away from my family and sent to wait outside of my surgery room (lying down on a gurney), many different types of doctors/specialists/nurses came and spoke with me. They told me exactly who they were, what their job was during the surgery, and that everything was going to be OK. During this time, I was also marked up with ink to identify the area that would be resected. Once I was brought into the surgery room, doctors and nurses were doing last minute preparations for surgery, while the anaesthesiologist administered the anaesthesia. It’s kind of funny when I think about it, but both times, after the anaesthesia was administered, I didn’t remember a thing (still don’t actually). All I remember is a person putting a mask on my face, telling me to breathe in and out (I think?), and the next thing I know, I wake up in a recovery room with nurses and doctors running about. Or, I wake up being pushed to the recovery room (going on an elevator, being driven down different halls, etc.).

Waking up after my surgery this time was a little different than the last time. When I was in my room, I did not see any of my family surrounding me (which tbh was very weird). Also, I had this incredible pain near my abdomen, and this incredible desire to go to the washroom and pee. Now because I JUST had brain surgery, the nurse did not like the idea of me getting out of bed all of a sudden, and I already had a catheter inserted in me, so going to the washroom shouldn’t have been a problem.

I don’t know how to explain it, but basically, I really had to pee, and every time I tried, a little would come out (sorry for the TMI) and I would be okay for like 2 minutes, but the feeling would come back. It was like not everything was coming out all at once, and the only thing I could think of  that might help me was to remove the catheter and sit on the toilet. Finally after what may have been 15 minutes of coaxing, but felt like a lifetime, I was given permission to go, and the nurse helped me to the washroom.

I was there for like maybe an hour or so, still struggling, but to speed up this grotesque story, my idea of taking out the catheter and going to the washroom was probably the best decision I’ve made in my life thus far haha. After a few days of having a burning sensation when I had to pee, it finally settled down, and what I found out from other nurses was that my catheter was put in wrong (GO FIGURE).

I don’t want to blame any of the surgical team for anything because honestly they did a great job, and I was taken care of really well throughout the whole surgery process (both during and after) Alhumdolilah. But that catheter fiasco just happened to be an unfortunate thing that happened to me, and it sucked. But I’m still alive, so no complaints.

Any way, that brings me to the end of the actual surgery day, which means the only thing left for you kiddies to hear about is my road to recovery (which is probably the most gruelling out of all three, but all three were special moments in my life in their own little way lol).

Until next time my fellow readers, bloggers, and internet trolls alike, I bid you farewell, and wish you the best for today, tomorrow, and for all your days ahead.


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