I know that this experience update is super late but I'm still gonna post this. :)
March i-dont-really-know-the-day, 2011.
I was so worried that I hardly swallow anything, even water. Yes, just what has happened a month ago. There is this mass in my vallecula which keeps me from not eating anything, just water intake. So the incident has happened again. Actually, I just took antibiotics and anti-allergy then, to test if this occur due to hormone reactions. And after 7 days of medication, it burst. BOOM! Yes, just like that.
But today, I decided to go to a hospital for a check-up. (Because then, I just went to a private clinic, but the doctor is a specialist) So after hours of waiting, finally I'm on with the check-up. (Yes, that's how it works in public hospitals, pila-pila, sobrang tagal). And they found out that I am suffering with "vallecular cyst". Knowing that for the first time, I really didn't panic. But when the head of the ENT office came and saw the pictures. She's like "OMG, i-emergency operation na natin." And I'm like "WWWHHAATT?! But..." There are so many, plenty of "buts" in the tip of my tongue ready to be released, but the verdict is FINAL! teng.teng.teng.
I have to be admitted that evening and should undergo surgery the day after.
That was actually the worst that has happened to me. I really wasn't expecting anything like that. Later that day, I pictured myself being examined and later on was given with medications, just like before. BUT NO!? why, why!
So, that day was the first day for me to be admitted and confined in a hospital. That day, was the first time my veins got a taste of IV, and my first time to spend the night in a bed in a hospital room.
Then, the day of the operation has came. I feel nervous of the thought that they might cut my throat :( Actually, when they have explained the surgery procedure to me: it is either they will cut my throat for the reason that I might not breath during the operation because of the airway blockage due to the cyst, or not because there will still be a passageway for the oxygen tube going to the airway.
Operating Room: It was so nerve-racking I tell you. But I need to calm down. Kasi, they won't begin the operation if your blood pressure won't go to stable. And kung magtatagal pa ako dun, oh God, swear, mamatay ako sa lamig! Imagine, you're in a fully air-conditioned room, in it's maximum coldness and you're only wearing a hospital gown. Yes, ni underwear, wala! So, you can't do anything but to calm down while you are looking around with the nurses and some of the doctors inspecting their operating tools!
And after I calmed down. A great experience happened. the ANESTHESIA! lol. ang saya, grabe! You're just inhaling and exhaling then they made me count and VOILA. Instant deep sleep baby :))
And after those long unconscious hours, I finally opened my eyes. And I am now in a different room. The Recovery Room which has the same "aircon condition" like in the OR. It is like after minutes of getting more conscious, it is more that you feel the coldness. Oh yes, baby, it's cold inside.
And the first thing I did? Felt my neck. It was like I am in a movie, slowly, I touched my neck, for me to know the truth. And then it was revealed. THEY CUT MY THROAT. And then I sighed "oh well". Then a minute after that, I made the nurses came rushing to me because I vomited blood. Eh nakahiga ako, so technically, all of the blood came running down to cheek then to my neck, and finally on my back. So the "nurses" (yes, they are three) came and cleaned my dirt.
After that, I have been conversing with the on-duty nurses. I want to, but I gave them a hard time because they have to ask me a question answerable with yes and no through nods and ilings. DAMN, because I can't talk. Kasi, what they did is that imbes na sa bunganga mo lalabas ang hangin for you to speak, hindi na, sa throat na, eh wala namang vocal chords na mababangga ang hangin doon. While they keep on suctioning me because of my saliva and to my periodic vomit.
After those long, painful days: 3 days that I used a pen and a note to converse to people. Those intensive suctioning where I can't really breath at those time, and those more than five re-insertion of IV needle (gosh, masakit mga yun ha!) I am now here telling my story. Anyway, this occurred once. But in July 6 and September someday, I have undergone operation but no more traecheostomy (the cutting of the throat), thank God.(but with the same diagnosis)
So, after telling you my story, I want to thank God most specially for giving me another chance to live this wonderful life of mine. Thank you so much. Also with my family especially to my mom who's always there by my side (syempre, sya bantay ko eh). To Doctors Huyaban, Salvador, Malvar, Reyes, Lacuesta and Orosa who took my three different operations. To those nurses who patiently injected those medications to me. To my friends who visited me in my first operation. Special mention to Joaz, CJ and Patricia who visited me in my second operation and to no one because no one actually visited me on my third operation (oo, bitter ako noon. Kayo lang maospital ha!! Bibisitahin ko kayo with matching flowers and fruits para ipamukha ko sa inyo, hindi ako ganoong kaibigan!! haha. Kidding aside :P) And to my Paks, Julie Ann Addu, na nangunguha ng meryenda! haha. Super thank you guys for the strength and inspiration for me to make it. :) Yun lungs.
