I can't even remember whether I was roused by anyone when I emerged from GA. The MVD had taken four hours. Now, I
was in a recovery area bustling with other patients in their beds and their surgeons and medical staff tending to us. The first thing that hit me was a bludgeoning headache, a busted upper lip and bruised cheeks. Tried to catch somebody's attention but it was really like trying to lock eyes with evasive waiters in a restaurant. Eventually some vaseline was put on my lip and cheeks.
Won't be able to forget the big commotion when an elderly Indian
lady (she sounded like one) kept on shouting at the staff that she
wanted to go home and didn't want to have her op. Somebody had irked her somehow and caused her outburst. There was also urgent arrangement around another patient who was to be transported back to
NUH after the op. Wondered why he/she didn't have it at NUH. Was it a
good reflection of the surgical team or facilities at TTSH? At one juncture, a doctor stopped by my bed to remark to a nurse that patients having had my type of
procedure would be into major vomitting. Well, it hadn't hit me yet but soon enough, I had to call for a puke bag. In my GA-laden daze, I wasn't sure whether my own surgeon did come by to talk to me or I had dreamt it. He told me that the surgery went well despite finding more arteries that compressed against my nerve than the one they saw on the MRI. Later, I found out that what I thought I heard was actually the case.
After an intolerable wait, a doctor was assigned to move me to the
ICU. But she was suddenly summoned away by a surgeon to do some errands for
another patient. The nurses who took over made much of the fact that
she'd failed to do the necessary paperwork for my moving. Looks like inexperienced
doctors do come in for bullying by more experienced nursing staff too.
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