"Fafa can you hear me ?Are you okay ?"They both asked me as they wheeled me back from theatre. These were the first voices that I actually remember hearing as I woke up from the anaesthesia .
"Help me !!Am dying!It hurts"I said it in agonising pain . The light made my eyes hurt .It felt strange and hazzy , it must have been like how those blind men had their sight restored by Jesus .
I dont remember how the anaesthetist woke me up after i was closed up , I dont even remember going to the recovery room before I was sent back to the surgical ward.
The pain was unbearable, its the worst pain that I have ever felt in my life. I have not gone through labour but because they say labour pains are the worst kind of pain a human being can ever experience .My throat hurt everytime I tried to speak or swallow saliva,I bet because of the endotrachel tubes that were passed down my throat to help me breath when I was under the General Anaesthesia .Everything in me hurt and the pain was unbearable.
I didn't care about anything else except the fact that I was alive. Everything had changed from that moment . I was weak , helpless , in pain ,drowsy as the nurses wheeled me to my room with Luminya and Prudence following me.It was all like a movie. I Woke up from the sedation feeling better and still drowsy, most of the things that I thought I saw were actually Hallucinations .
I was not allowed to eat that day since no one is allowed to eat post bowel surgery. The next morning which was Day 1 I started to taking fluids, my throat still felt sore but I was glad I was eating again .When the wound was exposed I was shocked seeing the incision.Oh no! This cant be happening!Why is it big? Is this how my patients felt the first time I exposed their wound?
Getting out of bed the first day was painful , I felt like my stitches got pulled when I sat upright .I thought that I was being tortured when the Nurse forced me out of bed to start walking to the bathroom . I felt helpless, depressed , tired .It hit me , I was a patient, not a doctor anymore. I was bed ridden ,not the same old active and jovial person that I have always been .Every night before bed I had to be dosed with something for the pain to help me sleep through the night.
Mum came to see me after she got a message that I had been operated on . I could see the tears , the love that was in my mother's eyes when she gave me her first glance after not seeing me for 9 months. I was weary , weak but I pretended to be strong and brave for my mum . I felt happy everytime people came to see me and cheer me up . My unit came to see me , so did my church friends and all my friends. My unit buddies like Davies and Nigora kept coming to check on me till I was discharged on the 3rd day . It has been one long journey and still going but this experience made me see things on a different perspective.
As doctors all we do is open up people and close them up , send them home and tell them to come for a review .We do not know how they feel afterwards . When they complain we think that they are small bearable things that can be easily be dealt with by taking pain killers but are there pain killers for the mind?
When you are on the other side things are different you become helpless, the wound hurts and there is this physical pain one experiences because the body has been tampered with .The emotional pain comes because there is something new on your body that you did not expect . Now its 9 weeks since my operation and I can say that I am getting there , its a process.I could cry every time I saw my wound or whenever I was in pain but my friend Christine kept encouraging me to stay strong because what I had was a battle scar to remind me that I am a gladiator and I should be proud of it. I am thankful for all the friends and family who took care of me , stood by my side and encouraged me...I owe you guys.