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My surgery, part 2

Aaaah, did you think it was all I had to tell you? You were wrong, here goes the 2nd part of the amazing story of my surgery...

That’s true, kids, when I first woke up at ITU I thought I’d died. Let’s see: I could hear voices around me, but I couldn’t understand them. Somebody was using needles in me, of course provoking pain. I opened my eyes (well, I suppose I’d opened them!) but all I could see was dark shadows around me. There was a tube of the size of an elephant inside my mouth, I couldn’t speak or moan. I thought in removing it by myself, but there was a kind of restrains on my wrists, I couldn’t move my arms. I was cold, extremely cold and trembling all the time. How could it not be my personal hell??
Slowly those voices started to make sense. Somebody was calling my name, telling me to calm down or he wouldn’t be able to remove that damn tube from my mouth. I tried to calm down, but at same time I couldn’t stop trembling, it was so damn cold!!!! Then I remembered my other surgeries when I never felt like that and a thing people told me much time ago: if the anesthetist is a good professional the patient wakes up feeling ok. It seemed this time he wasn’t a good professional, and my next thought was that when I felt good enough I’d kill the guy. After my other surgeries I’d woken normally, feeling nothing so awful like this time!
Anyway the guy who had said he’d remove that tube left me alone for few minutes, but they seemed hours to me. I tried to stop trembling so much and promised to be a really good girl. He came back and finally removed that damn thing from my mouth. He also removed the restrains and gave me mask to help me breathing oxygen from a machine. Somebody was kind enough to put a blanket over me, and then I could sleep a little.
Had any of you already stayed at an ITU as a patient? Kids, it’s soooo boring!!! There’s no TV to entertain you, and visits can come only at an exact hour, so most part of time (when nurses don’t come to see how you are) you’re alone with your thoughts. And the hours have more than 60 minutes each one, I’m sure of that. Every time a nurse was near enough I asked him/her what time it was. It was never visit time, bleargh!
Anyway my doc appeared about 9 a.m. to see me, and he was kind enough to let me use his cell phone to talk to my mother – he phoned her and let me talk some minutes. I think she was a little more relieved after that. Many hours later she and my father came to visit me, and then it was time to go back to a room. I was well enough to leave ITU, thank God.
But what the hell did it happen to me? Doc said it was an intestinal obstruction, also known as an paralytic ileus case, a complication that sometimes happen after an intra-abdominal surgery. It can happen to everybody, even to you, kids, but as you don’t have your stomach surgically reduced it’ll be pretty easier to heal, nobody will need an emergency surgery as me. There’s a partial or total blockage of intestine, its contents don’t pass through it, and it doesn’t let gastric juice follow its normal way out of body. It’s kept inside stomach, filling it more and more until eventually it “explodes”, spreading juice all over abdomen organs. As I told you before there’s more info here. Doc said if it had happened I’d have a very serious problem, but luckily I looked for his help fast enough. The emergency surgery solved it, and it won’t happen again – I hope so.
They put two tubes in me connected to bags outside my body, one to remove general impurities and other attached to stomach (also known as gastrotomy – info here) – juices kept filling it during few days, then started to stop coming out and finally stopped at all. When it happened at January 18th I was ready to leave hospital again.