Part 2

I woke up almost at the same time as my arrival at Harborview Medical Center in Seattle, Washington. More scans were performed shortly after my arrival, then I was told the doctors needed to get in contact with my previous doctors to get access to my past CT scans, so they would have some idea as to what a 'normal' scan looked like for me. Because I was still somewhat drowsy at the time, I had some difficulty coming up with the hospital names, but eventually, they got what info they needed, and, just like the doctors in Shelton, they could quickly see there was definitely a need for a surgery.

Very soon after, a shunt tap was performed. Basically they try to draw out some of the fluid to try and clear out a little of what might be causing a blockage or excess pressure in the tubes of the shunt. Unfortunately, this was unsuccessful, as they were unable to get anything out at all. This further confirmed the need for surgery. I was, after that point, transferred to the neurosurgery ward. The ward was made of what I'd say was at least 30 or so curtained off 'rooms'. Mine was 20. After being given my regular nightly meds, I was told that I was permitted to order dinner. I was told a short time later that my surgery was likely going to be the following morning, but that I was added in on a 'by case' basis, which meant that the only reason it wouldn't be is if a more severe or life-threatening case came in. They said they didn't anticipate it happening, but it was a possibility. I told them I understood, and, after that, I played around on my cell, chatted with several others to update them, then watched some cartoons, via Disney+ on my cell before eventually falling asleep.

Woke up early the morning of the 27th. Played around on my cell phone for a bit and got my morning meds. I was eventually visited by one of the members of the neurosurgery team, who told me that my surgery was scheduled for noon. They were finishing up with someone, but I was next in line. I kept myself busy, chatting and playing games, until it got close to the time I was told to expect the surgery. By this point, I was getting concerned, because I hadn't even seen the pre-op team yet, so I called my nurse, and I was also developing a small migraine. She said she wasn't sure what the problem was, but said she would look into things for me. I asked if I could get some Toradol for the migraine, but was told I couldn't, because it would interfere with things for the coming surgery, though I was given some Tramadol which took the edge off at least. A short time later, Doctor Bonoh, my Neurosurgeon, arrived, and informed me that, sadly, two major life-threatening cases came in. Because of their condition, my surgery needed to be pushed back to the following day.

He cleared me to eat since I wasn't having he surgery, so I ordered some food, with the same restriction as the previous night. No food or drink after midnight. I had a massive anxiety attack shortly after he left. The anxiety attack had come from not only the surgery being stalled, but also the fact that I was stuck there in the hospital with no one around for physical comfort. I was given meds to calm me down again. Later in the night, my migraine returned, but this one was far more severe than the one I'd had in the morning. Thankfully, since my surgery now wasn't going to happen until the following day, due to what happened, I was permitted to have the Toradol, though it took half an hour of suffering through the migraine before it eventually got to me. Much like with every other time I've taken it, it knocked out the migraine and put me to sleep. I woke up a couple hours later and ordered dinner, but ended up falling right back to sleep for the rest of the night after I ate and had my nighttime meds.

Part 4