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About my absence and about the operation
2 years ago
Hello! Sorry for being less active. I spent the whole month preparing for the operation and collecting tests. I wrote the post below on July 28th, my surgery ended on July 27th and now I can more or less sit at the computer sometimes, although I still have a hard time. I was able to translate it for you.
"I want to write a more extended post about my operation and talk about the consequences.
I discovered the problem two years ago at the beginning of June 2020. My family and I were going to the sea and then just terrible pains did not give me rest. I went urgently and for a fee to the doctor and I was diagnosed with inflammation. Somehow, still at sea, I drank pills, rested, and everything seemed to go away until September. Then the periodic pains continued again and I was told that this would not go away and that I needed to operate. Frightened, I did not do everything at once and thought that I would do it next year. After that, I meet my loved one and leave for another city, where my immunity drops as much as possible and I get sick even more. Very often, almost every day since winter, I felt pain. It turned into an almost daily torture, from which mental health also began to suffer greatly. I simply did not have the mood to live and wake up in the morning due to the complex of physical and moral daily pain, so my depressions became more frequent. In the summer, I planned to return home and decided to have an operation. It was restless from the very beginning, but somewhere deep down I felt that everything would be all right. In early July, I started collecting tests and visiting doctors. Anxiety increased every day and my tests were also not very good. It all dragged on for an insanely long time and was very annoying, the days themselves seemed endless and I was very tired. Insomnia is my personal scourge, if something goes wrong, I immediately lose sleep and almost every night is as painful as possible, attributing here that the pain still did not leave me.
Day X - Operation. For two days, all my senses were blocked and I decided that this was the perfect mood for not thinking about anything. I was just on standby, but on the very night before the operation, I was shaking so wildly with fear. I have never experienced this. When I fell asleep a little, the wildest tremor began, as soon as I woke up in the night - I was fine. You relax - again the tremor. It was a tough night but between 3am and 6am I managed to sleep. I dreamed I was late for my surgery lol. In the morning I went to the hospital on an empty stomach and they had to operate on me first. I felt at ease, calmly donated blood from a vein and I was taken to the ward. This is where the confusion started. I was a little dumb and didn't know what to do. Almost immediately a nurse came to put me in a catheter, and oh shit... The catheter is placed for probably half a minute, and while she was doing everything for me and bandaging me, my head began to spin wildly and I probably began to lose consciousness. Everything in the eyes turned black and even the sounds in the ears became very muffled. When she finished, I lay down on the bed and just took a deep breath. Then my surgeon comes in and, given that she is such a fun women, tells me that soon I will be lucky to operate. I look at her, my head is still spinning and tears are starting to flow, just from nothing. I felt okay in my head, but I was crying stupidly and even barely spoke. My body must have started to give out from stress. I still didn’t hear well, but after 10 minutes they came for me and took me to the operating room. I already felt better and went there with the gait of Doctor Livesey😂. True, I still continued to be dumb and could not understand how I should lie down, the deafness in my ears also did not completely go away and I simply could not hear what they were saying to me. The grand-anesthesiologist asked me something about a childhood illness, I answered that I don’t know about it, he said, well, that’s good. The nurse pulled a tube to my catheter and asked him what and how much I should put. Then I closed my eyes in advance and the last thing I heard was the phrase "10 mL", lightness went through the vein and I just instantly turn off...
Time seemed like a moment, as if I just fell asleep, as you usually fall asleep at night. My female surgeon at some point said, "Wake up." And I opened my eyes. She said that everything had already been done and I was taken to the ward. I dozed a little more on the way there and did not feel like I was going, but in the ward itself I climbed onto the bed and lay down. I no longer fell asleep and even tried to talk. Then I thought about getting some sleep. the site of the operation still hurt and the catheter in the arm burned badly and got in the way.
There was a young girl and an older women with me in the ward, who seemed to me partly harmful, and when I tried to sleep, the women said to this girl: “She is quiet, she breathes there at all?” - it was unpleasant and so tactless. I don’t know, I love it when people behave civilly, although I myself sin with an abundance of obscenities, I always keep 'la class' with strangers. However, this women herself helped me get a drink from my backpack and also my phone. I went away hour after hour, notified my relatives that everything was over and just lay. I needed to eat, but I absolutely could not eat because I did not have the strength to raise my hand. I lay there for a long time, until about one o'clock in the afternoon, until I decided to get up and go to the toilet corny. In the dressing room itself, in front of the mirror, they began to knock me out and again everything went dark before my eyes. Somehow, having returned to bed, I lay down again, my head was spinning and my ears were pawning again. My mother started swearing on WhatsApp and telling me to eat, and in a moment my surgeon came and also told me to eat. I had two baby purees, juice and water with me. I didn't know I could eat well right away. It turned out to be not enough to eat puree, because they have no calories at all (somewhere +200 in both) and dizziness did not stop. At about half past two they said that there would be lunch and it was possible to eat normally. While these women were complaining that the food in the hospital was simply disgusting, I was lucky and for lunch they gave light chicken soup and potatoes with a chicken cutlet (if they had given sauce, it would have been pure fast food from McD, but it was tasty without him). After eating, it became high and I already felt that I could walk without dizziness. After a while, the doctor came again, said everything that was needed, and after lying down for another half an hour, I began to get ready to go home, because I did not have bleeding or any other troubles. The heat is terrible now, but I took a taxi ok and at four o'clock I was at home. Having informed everyone, I went to bed, because I still didn’t have the strength. Also at night, I also went to bed early enough, but it was naturally more logical there, because I still have the tremor.
I don't know what to conclude. It is probably worth saying that you need to monitor your health and nutrition more, go in for sports and visit doctors. And these are not the next default words this is really true.
On the second day after the operation, I walk and eat a little. There is still very little strength and it is even impossible to sit and play on the computer, although I really want to. Drowsiness and slight aching pain still does not go away, but it is still a waste and after a couple of days I think it will be easier.
That's all. I still can't believe that it's over, but it was a big step, although it was very scary at first. Probably something will change in me now, because when you go through such difficulties, it leaves a mark on the soul. But for now, I'll just rest and recover. Immeasurable thanks to my parents and my husband for all the support they have given me. I wouldn't have made it without them. I love their very much and always loved their, no matter what happens in life. Thanks to the people who wrote to me after my posts on VK, you also invest a coin in my morale and it is very encouraging, I really appreciate such indifference to our friendship.
Thank you! I am ok and will delight you with pictures in the near future!"
P.S. For the third day I feel better, but still powerless and often dizzy. I don't know how soon I'll be back to work, but right now I'm very grateful for the anticipation of my clients. Take care of yourself!
"I want to write a more extended post about my operation and talk about the consequences.
I discovered the problem two years ago at the beginning of June 2020. My family and I were going to the sea and then just terrible pains did not give me rest. I went urgently and for a fee to the doctor and I was diagnosed with inflammation. Somehow, still at sea, I drank pills, rested, and everything seemed to go away until September. Then the periodic pains continued again and I was told that this would not go away and that I needed to operate. Frightened, I did not do everything at once and thought that I would do it next year. After that, I meet my loved one and leave for another city, where my immunity drops as much as possible and I get sick even more. Very often, almost every day since winter, I felt pain. It turned into an almost daily torture, from which mental health also began to suffer greatly. I simply did not have the mood to live and wake up in the morning due to the complex of physical and moral daily pain, so my depressions became more frequent. In the summer, I planned to return home and decided to have an operation. It was restless from the very beginning, but somewhere deep down I felt that everything would be all right. In early July, I started collecting tests and visiting doctors. Anxiety increased every day and my tests were also not very good. It all dragged on for an insanely long time and was very annoying, the days themselves seemed endless and I was very tired. Insomnia is my personal scourge, if something goes wrong, I immediately lose sleep and almost every night is as painful as possible, attributing here that the pain still did not leave me.
Day X - Operation. For two days, all my senses were blocked and I decided that this was the perfect mood for not thinking about anything. I was just on standby, but on the very night before the operation, I was shaking so wildly with fear. I have never experienced this. When I fell asleep a little, the wildest tremor began, as soon as I woke up in the night - I was fine. You relax - again the tremor. It was a tough night but between 3am and 6am I managed to sleep. I dreamed I was late for my surgery lol. In the morning I went to the hospital on an empty stomach and they had to operate on me first. I felt at ease, calmly donated blood from a vein and I was taken to the ward. This is where the confusion started. I was a little dumb and didn't know what to do. Almost immediately a nurse came to put me in a catheter, and oh shit... The catheter is placed for probably half a minute, and while she was doing everything for me and bandaging me, my head began to spin wildly and I probably began to lose consciousness. Everything in the eyes turned black and even the sounds in the ears became very muffled. When she finished, I lay down on the bed and just took a deep breath. Then my surgeon comes in and, given that she is such a fun women, tells me that soon I will be lucky to operate. I look at her, my head is still spinning and tears are starting to flow, just from nothing. I felt okay in my head, but I was crying stupidly and even barely spoke. My body must have started to give out from stress. I still didn’t hear well, but after 10 minutes they came for me and took me to the operating room. I already felt better and went there with the gait of Doctor Livesey😂. True, I still continued to be dumb and could not understand how I should lie down, the deafness in my ears also did not completely go away and I simply could not hear what they were saying to me. The grand-anesthesiologist asked me something about a childhood illness, I answered that I don’t know about it, he said, well, that’s good. The nurse pulled a tube to my catheter and asked him what and how much I should put. Then I closed my eyes in advance and the last thing I heard was the phrase "10 mL", lightness went through the vein and I just instantly turn off...
Time seemed like a moment, as if I just fell asleep, as you usually fall asleep at night. My female surgeon at some point said, "Wake up." And I opened my eyes. She said that everything had already been done and I was taken to the ward. I dozed a little more on the way there and did not feel like I was going, but in the ward itself I climbed onto the bed and lay down. I no longer fell asleep and even tried to talk. Then I thought about getting some sleep. the site of the operation still hurt and the catheter in the arm burned badly and got in the way.
There was a young girl and an older women with me in the ward, who seemed to me partly harmful, and when I tried to sleep, the women said to this girl: “She is quiet, she breathes there at all?” - it was unpleasant and so tactless. I don’t know, I love it when people behave civilly, although I myself sin with an abundance of obscenities, I always keep 'la class' with strangers. However, this women herself helped me get a drink from my backpack and also my phone. I went away hour after hour, notified my relatives that everything was over and just lay. I needed to eat, but I absolutely could not eat because I did not have the strength to raise my hand. I lay there for a long time, until about one o'clock in the afternoon, until I decided to get up and go to the toilet corny. In the dressing room itself, in front of the mirror, they began to knock me out and again everything went dark before my eyes. Somehow, having returned to bed, I lay down again, my head was spinning and my ears were pawning again. My mother started swearing on WhatsApp and telling me to eat, and in a moment my surgeon came and also told me to eat. I had two baby purees, juice and water with me. I didn't know I could eat well right away. It turned out to be not enough to eat puree, because they have no calories at all (somewhere +200 in both) and dizziness did not stop. At about half past two they said that there would be lunch and it was possible to eat normally. While these women were complaining that the food in the hospital was simply disgusting, I was lucky and for lunch they gave light chicken soup and potatoes with a chicken cutlet (if they had given sauce, it would have been pure fast food from McD, but it was tasty without him). After eating, it became high and I already felt that I could walk without dizziness. After a while, the doctor came again, said everything that was needed, and after lying down for another half an hour, I began to get ready to go home, because I did not have bleeding or any other troubles. The heat is terrible now, but I took a taxi ok and at four o'clock I was at home. Having informed everyone, I went to bed, because I still didn’t have the strength. Also at night, I also went to bed early enough, but it was naturally more logical there, because I still have the tremor.
I don't know what to conclude. It is probably worth saying that you need to monitor your health and nutrition more, go in for sports and visit doctors. And these are not the next default words this is really true.
On the second day after the operation, I walk and eat a little. There is still very little strength and it is even impossible to sit and play on the computer, although I really want to. Drowsiness and slight aching pain still does not go away, but it is still a waste and after a couple of days I think it will be easier.
That's all. I still can't believe that it's over, but it was a big step, although it was very scary at first. Probably something will change in me now, because when you go through such difficulties, it leaves a mark on the soul. But for now, I'll just rest and recover. Immeasurable thanks to my parents and my husband for all the support they have given me. I wouldn't have made it without them. I love their very much and always loved their, no matter what happens in life. Thanks to the people who wrote to me after my posts on VK, you also invest a coin in my morale and it is very encouraging, I really appreciate such indifference to our friendship.
Thank you! I am ok and will delight you with pictures in the near future!"
P.S. For the third day I feel better, but still powerless and often dizzy. I don't know how soon I'll be back to work, but right now I'm very grateful for the anticipation of my clients. Take care of yourself!
