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Considering I didn’t sleep well the night before, having to adjust my left arm throughout the night to relieve the pain, I woke up early the next morning relatively refreshed and energised. As requested by the orthopaedic surgeon, Dr Miia, the night before, I arrived at Oasis before 8:30 am, armed with my medical insurance card, Iphone, Kindle, clothing for two days and my X-ray from SOS packed in an overnight bag. She’d informed me that she hoped to operate on me latest by noon, the operation would take a couple of hours and I’d be discharged latest the next morning. Little did we know that things would turn out completely different as the day progressed.
After reporting at the clinic, I was first taken to the third floor to choose my ward. Thinking I was only staying for one night, I took one look at the two rooms that were available and chose the smaller one without thinking twice. It was only after the nurses helped me change into my hospital gown did the reality of my impending surgery and hospitalisation finally sink in.
The nurses then took me to get X-rays of my left arm, then I was brought back to my ward. They then proceeded to take my temperature and my pulse, and gave me some painkillers to tide me until my operation. Then I was left alone to wait for my operation. I took this opportunity to reply to WeChat messages from the few friends I’d informed about my accident and impending surgery.
At about 12:30 pm, a hospital admin staff came into my ward to inform me he was still waiting for the insurance company to provide authorisation before I can undergo surgery. Dr Miia was concerned about my left arm swelling too much if the operation was delayed for much longer and she wouldn’t be able to close my wounds after putting in the titanium plates. The hospital admin staff suggested I contact the insurance company directly to chase them and then left my ward.
By this time, I haven’t had anything to eat or drink for over 12 hours, apart from sips of water when I took painkillers, and naturally my throat was hoarse and I felt tired and weak. I felt so uncomfortable, I wasn’t even able to nap, let alone calling up the insurance company. But as minutes then hours passed with no further news, I became concerned if the authorisation would arrive at all.
At 3:30 pm, I decided it was time to make the call. I prayed silently to God for strength and favour and made the call, unsure of what to expect. The lady who took my call was surprised to hear from me, as she said they were still waiting for information from the hospital. She promised to look into my matter immediately and call me back. To my relief, she did call back after five minutes to say the authorisation had been sent to the hospital but the hospital’s phone line was engaged. I got out of bed immediately after hanging up the phone and walked to the nurse’s station to relay the message, forgetting I could summon a nurse into my ward just by pressing a button.
Within an hour, I was wheeled into the operating theatre, transferred to the operating table and put under general anesthetic. I remember thinking then, finally I’ll get some much needed rest.
When I finally woke up around 7 pm, I was back in my ward with my left forearm wrapped in what felt like a ton of bandages and my head still feeling the effects of the general anesthetic. I was glad to see a couple I know from church who were in the ward waiting for me to come around. I chatted with them between sips of water while waiting for dinner to be served, but they could tell I was exhausted from the operation and from not eating anything for the last 20 hours so they left after about an hour. Despite my extreme hunger, I managed only to eat about a quarter of my dinner, preferring to drink water and fruit juice instead.
After having my fill, I dozed off in exhaustion…
(To be continued)