ANOTHER YEAR, ANOTHER OPERATION2012-05-26 at 06:00 am Blog RSS
I jest. It was another oral procedure (I had an implant fitted). This year, the company decided I don’t need time to heal. I was instructed to apply for just one day off work (the day of the operation – yesterday). I basically told them to go fuck themselves. Since when does a small-minded middle-management bitch know better than a qualified dental surgeon? He recommended a recovery period of one full week. I think a compromise is more than fair. I will probably return to work on Wednesday; having taken 3 days of sick leave. I currently have 30 days available, by the way. God; I hate them so very much… Just want to throw acid in their faces.
Firstly, because the operation was scheduled for 3.30 in the afternoon, I had to go without food and liquids – from 8.30 in the morning, until after the operation. Ordinarily, I drink around 4 litres of water per day! My mouth was sooooooo dry…
On top of that, the surgeon was well over 90 minutes late! When I regained consciousness at around 6pm, my first word was “nauseous”. My second and third words were “water” and “hungry”, respectively. At around 6.30, the following items were presented to me:
1. Jelly and custard (in a drinking glass, for some strange reason)
2. Ice-cream (one small scoop)
3. Fruit juice (small)
4. Coke (one can).
“Ooh, ooh! You’re spoiling me. Yummy. Where do I start?”
When I asked, “Where’s the rest of my dinner?” I was told that was all I could have. They called it a “dental diet”, or some crap. I felt cheated. Everyone else had chicken and rice. :-(
When I arrived home, I had something slightly more substantial:
I am eating normally today:
Prior to the operation, I told no fewer than 5 nurses I needed to be weighed (for the general anaesthetic). Nobody bothered. Actually, someone wrote 60kg on the form! I haven’t been 60kg, since I was 15 years old! Jesus wept. Can you believe a nurse just took a random guess, because she couldn’t be bothered to fetch the scale and weigh me? That could’ve turned out badly, if I hadn’t insisted I was weighed (everyone was scrambling to find a scale, in the operating theatre – and the doctors and other staff were not happy with the nurses in that ward). In my experience, most nurses are practically useless – and uncaring. It took them almost an hour to discharge me! Christ; all they had to do was remove the drip and take my blood pressure.
The good news is: I’ve lost 4 kilograms, in the past year. :-)
The bad news is: I am in pain, now the anaesthetic has worn off. My jaw is very sore. Ouch. :-(
I reckon I should’ve gone for the boob job. I only have A-cups.
P.S. God; It doesn’t seem like a year, since my last operation (probably because it’s only been 10 months).
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