IT IS WELL

19th November

It’s the day of the surgery,the night before,a male nurse had come in to take my vitals,he knew i was slated for surgery the following day and had asked if i was afraid,to which i answered no,he seemed kind of taken aback,i think he did not believe me,but the truth of the matter was that truly i was not scared.The surgeon had told me the surgery was for 12 noon and that it would be a 45 minute surgery.

9.50am

A surgical assistant enters into my room with a gurney and a green surgical gown(i can’t remember what its called again) and tells me get changed and that i was going in for the surgery,l was wheeled to the surgical unit and had to be prepped before being taken into the operating room,all this while someone would come and ask how i was and when i said fine,the next question would be are you scared to which i would say no.Counted seven medical personnel in the operating room  including the surgeon and anaesthesiologist.I had made up my mind that i would know the exact time i went under and i think i was lucky cause i was facing a clock,i went under at 10.15 am.

11.35am

Coming out of a very deep slumber,looked at the clock,was no longer in the operating room,thank God i made it.Wheeled back to my room and then tried to rest.My roommate, a very old Italian lady  was happy to have me back.She does not speak a word of English and though her children have told her repeatedly that i don't understand Italian,she always has something to say to me,and i try to decipher what it is she is trying to say.

Being sick and far from home is one of the worst things that can happen to anyone,i am normally a mummy’s pet,but this time i had to be strong on my own.I have only been in Italy for 5 months and the little friends i had made were very supportive,from the people who live in my building to my course mates and most especially my church members everyone was so supportive.

As i go home to await the result of the surgery,i lean on God’s hand,as i said before ,i had been in the medical profession before leaving Nigeria and i have a clear understanding of what it is my doctors are looking for,but i will not let that faze me cause i know whom i have believed in.God is my healer.

CIAO  

P.S.-One of the things i enjoyed about my stay in the hospital was the lovely view from my room window,took the the pictures with my phone,at night it is so beautiful,wonder why i don’t have pictures.

  

 

PEACE

18th of November

Still at the hospital,it’s 10.50am,the doctors just left after making their rounds,i  am scheduled for a minor surgery tomorrow to take out a lymph node to analyse.That will be the second time i am going under,i have never been admitted into a hospital all my life and this one time i have ,it seems the hospital wants to take all it can from me,well i won’t complain as long as i get better.

My day is usually boring,mostly lying down and reading a novel,i ran out novels to read until i got my laptop yesterday,now i have a good companion.

Being sick is not nice, but being sick in a foreign language is worse,notice i did not say in a foreign land,right from the point at which the ambulance came to pick me i had to have an interpreter,when i got to the hospital they had to look for doctors who speak English for me,i have like about five doctors on my case but i can tell you with all certainty that only two speak English fluently,meaning that they speak so well that they also know the medical terms in English.

I move around the ward sometimes and try to get a look at other patients,some are strong enough to move around like me,some are permanently confined to their hospital bed,one in particular  is always crying and wailing i think from pain,i remember talking with a friend when i was back home in Nigeria and he had jokingly said that he prays to just be sick for a day or two so he could call in sick at work and then i had told him then that being healthy is a blessing,we should never take our good health for granted.

I am in the Unit of Medicine in the hospital and with all the test i have been through and yet no definitive diagnosis,i can’t help feeling that i am in a scene from HOUSE,but i think my friends who have visited would prefer a scene from ER or GREY’S ANATOMY cause all my female friends are always asking if there are any hot and sexy male doctors,as if i would notice,i just want to get well and get out.

I hope it happens soon.

Time 15.54

The surgeon and the anaesthesiologist just left,came to assess me for the surgery tomorrow,its funny you know,i just have peace,through out all the test and exams including this proposed surgery, i have not worried or imagined the worst which is quite unlike me,my sense of imagination can travel places,you need to be inside my mind to see where it goes at times.I just have this sense of peace,i don’t know what the future holds but i know my life is in His hands and all things are working together for my good.

FINALLY MY LAPTOP

Wednesday 17th November.

It’s been 11days and i am finally getting my hands on my laptop.I was rushed to the hospital in the early hours of Sunday morning 7th November with acute chest pain and shortness of breath.I had not been feeling well for sometime and i put it down to my not being used to the cold weather,had not been able to sleep most nights because of the pain.I had told my roommate the day before that she would have to take me to the hospital the following day,which she agreed to,she had then gone out and returned sometime around twelve midnight only to meet me wide awake and in pain,there was no other option than to call for the ambulance that night.

I have been at the hospital for 11 days,been through three roommates and the doctors still don’t know what is wrong with me,i have done all types of tests and its not particularly easy for someone like me who was in the medical profession before coming here to have a knowledge of the said test and the expected diagnosis.I have cried times without number,trying to understand why this should be happening to me.My colleagues are busy studying and i am stuck here in the hospital until they can figure out what is wrong with me.I had been advised to ask that i leave while they await some test result,but i say that i would rather spend time here no matter how boring than go home and have the pain return,which has actually happened here in the hospital.The pain had actually ceased for about four days only for it to return,i am basically living on analgesics here.

I thought there would be Wi-fi here at the hospital since its actually a teaching hospital and a university campus,but it seems not to be the case,however i will try to chronicle my stay here till i leave.God  willing i believe i will come out of this better.

CIAO

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ?

Hi everyone,its been long since i last blogged,just got back from a two week stay at the hospital,was rushed to the hospital in the early hours of Sunday 7th November with acute chest pain and difficulty breathing.First time being admitted in one,been healthy all my life except for the occasional malaria.
I went through a series of test and exams,had a surgery and still the doctors are yet to diagnose my problem,i am home now awaiting the result of the surgery.
Got a hold of my laptop the last three days of my stay in the hospital,so was just able to write a bit.Will post my writing later.Its just so good to be back.
CIAO