It was my first time to underwent a surgery. It wasn't major, tonsillectomy - the surgeon removed my swollen tonsils. It was tough because I had to go general anesthesia having the thought it was some severe operation. Argh! Psychology..My operation was scheduled 6 am, on the 24th. I was confined in the hospital a day ahead. I know I'll be fine because I was aware of the procedures and yet I was well taken cared of by the nurses and doctors of the hospital. However, I felt a little bit worried about the whole scenario because it was still a surgery.
Unfortunately at the night of the 23rd until the early morning of the 24th - around 12-3 am, I wasn't be able to sleep because I was diagnosed with slight miyocarditis (inflammation of the muscles in the heart) in my ECG. (heart test) Too much excitement or nervous? What is certain is, it is a bad news.
I felt anxious about it, not to mention the pain that I've suffered when the nurses had difficulty injecting the syringe to my vein (shy-type, fuck not at this time) for the dextrose. And merely the doctors as well if they will give me the clearance to continue the operation, 3 hours prior. I've taken a couple more of examinations for the tracing of my heart. The cardiologists didn't had the time for any contemplation regarding my case that's why a hasty conference was pulled off for the final decision.
Finally and fortunately... They talked to me in a positive note thus, I told myself that I can finally sleep before they would drag me to the operating room at the sunrise. ;[
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