Alhamdulillah, the operation was a success. I had just got to the hospital at 12.30 when I received a call from my eldest not to go to my wife's ward but to proceed to the 1st floor of the GH. Evidently when my daughter called her mother saying that she was on the way, her mother told her that she was getting ready to be taken to the operation theatre.
When I got to level one, I was in luck coz she was about half minute away from being wheeled into the operation theatre. They were waiting for the automatic door to open so I got a chance to give her some encouragement. She looked afraid. Then the nurses wheeled her away and so began the 4 hour wait.
In times like this I don't like to sit down. Most of the 4 hours I was standing up, occasionally surrendering to the cries of my feet to sit down. I weigh 106 kg and my height is about 5' 5'' so you can picture what a hefty figure I am. Imagine you are my feet and you have to carry that much weight around, even you would be screaming.
After the 1st 1 and a half hour, every time they push an empty stretcher into the operation theater, I would stand up to see who it was they were taking out. I lost count of the number of times I walked in and out of the waiting area. These people are damn cruel. They designate every area in the GH a non-smoking area and it was at that time that I needed my nicotine fix most. One thing about smokers is their resourcefulness and after a little bit of scouting I managed to find a pot.
At about 4 in the evening I was already hungry. I had breakfast at about 9am and nothing since. I told my son that I was going out for roti canai just across the hospital. He said I would not be able to get back in coz its not visiting hours yet and I told him that I will find my way. It took me only 15 minutes to finish lunch and I walked back. I may be big in size but I knew how to sneak through the security and true enough I was back at the operation theater in a jiffy.
At about 4.30, they wheeled my wife out of the theater and we all followed her to her ward. She was semi conscious. She did acknowledge our presence. At the ward we had to wait coz they had to get her comfy. While we were talking a nurse came over and asked us not to bother her too much coz she's still groggy and this might induce vomit.
My wife did tell me that she couldn't see feel her legs. I pinched one and she said she felt nothing. Then I saw the machine besides me and a label which read 'epidural'. I asked the nurse and she confirmed that they did the epidural to cut the pain and thus the lost of sensation. Guests started coming. My feet were screaming again. I told my wife that I would be visiting her again tomorrow afternoon. There was no way I could get a quiet moment with her. She did not protest and I left.
I thank ALLAH the Almighty for the success. I also thank fellow bloggers who offered prayers and wished for a successful operation.
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