A Fracture Diary: Episode 2
Day 2 of Treatment, 16/10/18
It was a very bright, sunny day. It was also a day of funny events - since it was the day of operation.
I was with my mother and father at the hospital. They had returned from Delhi due to the incident.
The doctor had said not to eat after seven in the morning and so I had breakfast pretty early. After seven o' clock I had to stay without food and water for 12 hours. The doctor had announced that the three-hour surgery will be from 3 pm to 6 pm and that I will have to be shifted to the operation theatre at 2.30 pm. The doctor explained all procedures and also gave the medical certificate to me. I ran through it and found that I had 45 days of leave!
Whoa! That's what I call a mini-vacation!π
And then the nurse entered, took a sample of my blood, did the allergy tests, made the set-up ready to infuse glucose solution and gave me my kandura and cap for the operation. After that, nothing much happened. I watched cartoons to pass the time and then slept off for sometime.
After three hours, I woke up. I found that I was ravenously hungry. I told my mother to ask the nurse for food. Soon the nurse brought fried rice and Gobi Manchurian(all in a glucose packet). And then I made fun of the glucose packet by saying," You are tasting very nice, man! Good cooking!"
And then came the time to go to the cinema theatre(I mean, operation theatre). The stretcher came rolling and I was made to lie down on it. Then I passed by the passageway to the operation theatre. My mother, father, grandmother and grandfather were all standing by the side.
"All the best!"
"Do well!"
"Come back soon!"
"Best of luck!"
Then in I went, in the operation theatre. It was almost like a theatre where plays are enacted and the
play that was going to be enacted and where I was the Chief Guest was 'The Broken Bones'. It had only one VVIP seat (that's the bed) and the playwright's (doctor) assistant (anaesthesiologist) was standing in front of the seat. There were focus lights to portray the mood (operating lights) that changed in brightness. I wished the assistant good afternoon, hoping it should be a good afternoon.
Before the play was about to start, I was chanting Hanuman Chalisa to pass time. The anaesthesiologist heard me and asked, "What's your name?"
I said, "My name is Hari."
The anaesthesiologist asked, "You are chanting Hanuman Chalisa, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am."
"Do you know the author of this hymn?"
"Yes, the author is Tulsidas."
"Correct."
And then, the play commenced. The anaesthesiologist said, "Are you ready? Okay, so if you are, please sit upright before I put that tiny little needle on you."
I said, "I was ready 3 hours before." And I sat upright.
"Okay, I will just clean your back."
The anaesthesiologist rubbed a solution on my back and pricked the sedation injection. And they put that pain-killing machine and then made me to lie down again. The surprise was that it did not pain me even for a second during all these complex setups. Then the playwright (doctor) entered and asked, "All set?"
The anaesthesiologist said, "Yes, everything is ready."
πHere comes the funny part...
After the sedative was infused, I felt as if my two legs were floating in the air. This was a really funny feeling. It was as if my two legs ran away to space without my upper body. And then I asked the anaesthesiologist, "Just a moment ma'am, may I have your name please?"
The anaesthesiologist smiled and answered, "I am Dr. Shalini."
And then I wore my oxygen mask and said to both the doctors, "Doctors, I am feeling sleepy, may I catch a few Z's?"
Both the doctors were quite okay with this and said, "Okay, do whatever you want."
And then I slept.
ΠΆ
After two and a quarter hours, my ears caught the sound of 'Shoot!' ten times. I secretly opened my eyes. My eyes immediately fell on the two monitors that they had kept. On that I saw my femur and the proposed plate. It made me feel very good in a way.π And then, before I woke up, I had dreams of nice vegetarian Biryani along with salad. So funny. And the songs of Ilayaraja were played in a speaker.
And then I asked, "Is the operation successful? Has it finished?"
The doctors said, "Yes, boy. Very successful!"
I was feeling like a triumphant king after a war. I had won the first battle. But still there were many more battles to go...
More to come. Please revisit this blog frequently for more articles!
It was a very bright, sunny day. It was also a day of funny events - since it was the day of operation.
I was with my mother and father at the hospital. They had returned from Delhi due to the incident.
The doctor had said not to eat after seven in the morning and so I had breakfast pretty early. After seven o' clock I had to stay without food and water for 12 hours. The doctor had announced that the three-hour surgery will be from 3 pm to 6 pm and that I will have to be shifted to the operation theatre at 2.30 pm. The doctor explained all procedures and also gave the medical certificate to me. I ran through it and found that I had 45 days of leave!
Whoa! That's what I call a mini-vacation!π
And then the nurse entered, took a sample of my blood, did the allergy tests, made the set-up ready to infuse glucose solution and gave me my kandura and cap for the operation. After that, nothing much happened. I watched cartoons to pass the time and then slept off for sometime.
After three hours, I woke up. I found that I was ravenously hungry. I told my mother to ask the nurse for food. Soon the nurse brought fried rice and Gobi Manchurian(all in a glucose packet). And then I made fun of the glucose packet by saying," You are tasting very nice, man! Good cooking!"
And then came the time to go to the cinema theatre(I mean, operation theatre). The stretcher came rolling and I was made to lie down on it. Then I passed by the passageway to the operation theatre. My mother, father, grandmother and grandfather were all standing by the side.
"All the best!"
"Do well!"
"Come back soon!"
"Best of luck!"
Then in I went, in the operation theatre. It was almost like a theatre where plays are enacted and the
play that was going to be enacted and where I was the Chief Guest was 'The Broken Bones'. It had only one VVIP seat (that's the bed) and the playwright's (doctor) assistant (anaesthesiologist) was standing in front of the seat. There were focus lights to portray the mood (operating lights) that changed in brightness. I wished the assistant good afternoon, hoping it should be a good afternoon.
Before the play was about to start, I was chanting Hanuman Chalisa to pass time. The anaesthesiologist heard me and asked, "What's your name?"
I said, "My name is Hari."
The anaesthesiologist asked, "You are chanting Hanuman Chalisa, aren't you?"
"Yes, I am."
"Do you know the author of this hymn?"
"Yes, the author is Tulsidas."
"Correct."
And then, the play commenced. The anaesthesiologist said, "Are you ready? Okay, so if you are, please sit upright before I put that tiny little needle on you."
I said, "I was ready 3 hours before." And I sat upright.
"Okay, I will just clean your back."
The anaesthesiologist rubbed a solution on my back and pricked the sedation injection. And they put that pain-killing machine and then made me to lie down again. The surprise was that it did not pain me even for a second during all these complex setups. Then the playwright (doctor) entered and asked, "All set?"
The anaesthesiologist said, "Yes, everything is ready."
πHere comes the funny part...
After the sedative was infused, I felt as if my two legs were floating in the air. This was a really funny feeling. It was as if my two legs ran away to space without my upper body. And then I asked the anaesthesiologist, "Just a moment ma'am, may I have your name please?"
The anaesthesiologist smiled and answered, "I am Dr. Shalini."
And then I wore my oxygen mask and said to both the doctors, "Doctors, I am feeling sleepy, may I catch a few Z's?"
Both the doctors were quite okay with this and said, "Okay, do whatever you want."
And then I slept.
ΠΆ
After two and a quarter hours, my ears caught the sound of 'Shoot!' ten times. I secretly opened my eyes. My eyes immediately fell on the two monitors that they had kept. On that I saw my femur and the proposed plate. It made me feel very good in a way.π And then, before I woke up, I had dreams of nice vegetarian Biryani along with salad. So funny. And the songs of Ilayaraja were played in a speaker.
And then I asked, "Is the operation successful? Has it finished?"
The doctors said, "Yes, boy. Very successful!"
I was feeling like a triumphant king after a war. I had won the first battle. But still there were many more battles to go...
More to come. Please revisit this blog frequently for more articles!
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