Three more beds were present with a patient lying on one. I supposed she was monitored, the resonant machine made me say so. At this point, I was bare. Johny gown had me covered without the things I always carry – no phone, no wallet, nothing. What this minor surgery can prove when all else fail? How can science justify a break of breath? How can technology bring a life back? These all were summoned by accrued habits which led to stabbing pain of an inflamed appendix – Yes, I had it. Oh God, help me!
The bed was slightly reclined, my spirit was in a good shape. I just wondered how I would sleep so I couldn’t witness the whole thing. It was so abrupt and unforeseen, I wasn’t able to brace my self for a Laparoscopic appendectomy. The elevator bell rang, no glimpse of where we were. I knew my husband was with us, I wanted him to hold me, to assure me, to let me feel that it’s no danger and that everything would be alright.
The familiar double door, hermetic as it seemed, swung as we entered. My husband masked his worry with a cheerful smile as the door swayed close. Door after another, the nurse asked me the same questions, “Have you had a surgery before? Do you smoke? Do you have Diabetes? Hypertension?” I was then asked to shift on another bed. It was swift that I immediately felt the difference. I knew that. Rather flat on the surface, my body wasn’t draped on a black, thin, flat and hard hospital bed. It was the same of that on the way to a mortuary.
The bed moved towards the white room distinguished as where I was going to be operated. The surgical lighthead illuminated my thoughts about a soul going to the tunnel and refrained from the boundary of flesh when it returned. I was horrified! How am I supposed to sleep? The oxygen mask slashed my notion. Black.
The experience, no matter how scary, has grounded me. God allowed it to happen as it was basically a reminder of how unhealthy I have been. The appendix has no particular purpose yet it served its cause by letting me comprehend the flow and fathom how my body works. Sleep, rest, eat clean, walk, move, be active – so easily portrayed but were consistently neglected.
My husband, on the other hand, has been one of a kind. While we are just newly-weds, I feared he wouldn’t provide the care I needed. It was apparently heartwarming when he has joined me in my worst without hesitation when we were just supposed to be in our sexy, honeymoon phase. “In sickness and in health” were not just hallow words.
Our friends dearly showed up, called up and reached out any way they can – the whole thing was emotional and humbling.
Three more beds were present with me lying on one. I supposed I was monitored, the resonant machine made me say so. At this point, I was bare. Johny gown had me covered without the things I always carry – no phone, no wallet, nothing. What this minor surgery can prove when all else fail? How can science justify a break of breath? How can technology bring a life back? These all were summoned by accrued habits which led to a stabbing pain of an inflamed appendix – Yes, I had it. And oh, God has saved me!