It is always fun to watch kids fighting in a sandbox and calling each other fat...
I don't know if I can call this an injury, but:
one of my worst experience was when I had my tonsils removed. For starters all you need to know that Hungarian health care can be sometimes a bit dangerous(I wrote another little story about another of my operations here which I don't care to search now).
I got a tranquilizer pill before the operation(no anesthetics this time). Which was cool, but the problem was that there were so many patients waiting for the operation, and only one surgeon, that by the time I was next the pill's effects wore off, so I was anything but relaxed.
They usually start with tieing(sp?) your limbs onto the chair(not just for kids, it is for safety reasons), which they did not do with me for some reason. 2nd step would be to chock your jaw with two plastic pegs, again for safety reasons, but they missed this step also. After that came the local anesthetic , for some reason they did not give it near my tonsil, but the back of my throat...
Then the actual operation began: I don't know what they did exactly, all I know is that it hurt like hell. I could not control my swallow reflexes and half of the blood was pouring out of my mouth, the other half down to my stomach. Before the operation I got a nice little apron which had a little pocket in the chest area. When the surgeon couldn't see because of the blood, he asked me to bow forward and spit into the pocket. Well, I tried: I bowed forward but couldn't spit, so I just let the blood/spit pour out of my mouth.
When the doc needed a new instrument he needed both of his hands(in lack of an assistant), he asked me to bite on the instruments which were in my mouth so they wont swing around. The bad thing was that when I did this, I could not let the blood pour out of mouth(I swallowed a LOT of blood). After a while I have reached the end of my pain tolerance and started passing out(saw stars and realized that my eyes are open but cant see a damn thing). At that time I got a bit scared. I thought that if I pass out, I will choke to death in my own blood. So I tried to tell the doc that I was passing out(with a bunch of metal instruments and one hand in my mouth while having a local anesthetic). At my third attempt(thank god) he understood what was happening, so he asked me to bite on the tools again, and when I did, he moved the chair into a horizontal position. That was the second time I swallowed a LOT of blood.
After that he finished the operation, my tonsils were out, and I looked like a brain dead zombie. But the fun was not over yet: that night because the amount of blood in my stomach I puked a lot which torn my stitches open, so they had to sew it together again. Normally it would take about 3-4 days for the stitches to heal that much so you can eat. I could not eat anything solid for one straight month. My daily food was some kind of cream soup through a straw and 2 painkiller injections(I have lost over 12kg/26lb during that time), and I could not talk, walked around with a pen and a scribbling-block in case i wanted to communicate.
So yeah, I hope others do not have such shit memories of their tonsil removals.
(I know the text has many "misleading" phrases like: bite on the tools so they cant swing around etc. Feel free to misunderstand these phrases, it is because my lack of vocabulary)
Last edited by (HUN)Rudebwoy (2009-06-06 14:42:06)
