Hospital Days, part 1 - Pre-surgery
: arrive, sign a multitude of papers, and take an x-ray etc.
I got a window seat! Oh wait I mean bed… roommate arrives around , an 82 year old lady also getting some kind of leg surgery. Find out that she only speaks Taiwanese and Japanese, but I have a chat with her granddaughter.
I ask if I can go out for a little while (for a walk or something) and they say “sure, just wait until the anesthesiologist comes to see you” well at the next day, I still haven’t seen him grrr…
Had some visitors, and put my hair into little braids, partly for something to do, partly so I wouldn't have to worry about doing anything with it for a couple of days. Partly because I'd never go to class with hair like that, so this is one of the only times I can do it!
I asked around and found out that my surgery is actually at not ……felt a little frustrated… Taiwanese hospitals have extremely poor communication. Felt like I’d really wasted a whole day having to come in so early…..
At least it wasn’t like my friend a few weeks ago who went into a different hospital and was first diagnosed with malaria (which doesn’t exist in
As I get ready for bed the Indonesian worker who helps the lady next to me borrows my metal chair to sleep on. The poor girl doesn’t have any blankets or pillows or anything. It seems she’s going to just sleep on two metal chairs all night! It’s hard to believe; I feel really sorry for her, but not sure what I can do either. Fortunately, they do eventually find her a cot.
Wake up around 7, decide I’m going to go for a little walk no matter what. Manage to trip and fall on the way back… no permanent damage, but bruises and sore knees. Didn’t tell anyone.
Took a shower (my last standing shower for a bit I guess) and had more visitors.
Finally saw the doctor, who said the surgery will take less than an hour. Still haven’t seen the anesthesiologist…. But they brought in my hospital gown at ….like I’m going to sit around half naked for 5 hours!
Now I’ve been entertaining myself with 4 episodes of corner gas, and trying not to laugh too loudly…. Oh and did I mention I wasn’t allowed to eat or drink anything after …. Starting to feel a little hungry, but it will probably be until 7 or that I can eat. Getting put under is more complicated than just getting a local, but I’m still glad I’m doing it.. I really didn’t want to go through the epidural ordeal again.
Christine came around , and
Chat with the doctor as he’s giving me oxygen, getting ready to put me out. He asks me (though I suspect not for medical purposes) if I’d gotten fat since I came to