Posted by Jacque Wambui in Mar 30, 2010, under Uncategorized
So of course there is no way the doctor would have agreed for me to home in that condition. The thought of theater made me shiver….
I remember I was taken to theater the following morning in a wheel chair too weak to walk…..and the nurse instructed me to climb up onto the theater table….and I couldn’t because the stand was too high, and I was unable to climb it. So I looked at her wondering if she was serious and she was. I struggled to climb up that stand and then onto the table…it was like I was being asked to climb a mountain. I had not realized how weak I was until that moment. Well I managed to get on the table and I was sterilized and asked to count from 100 backwards to one. I reached 98 and was out.
Next I was being wheeled to the ward, with a bandage on the side of my neck. I was drowsy from the anesthetic so I gratefully fell asleep.
I was woken up at the crack of dawn to eat breakfast but I did not have an appetite…I went back to sleep. I was woken up by Dr Tom with the results of the biopsy in his hand. The results showed that I had contracted Tuberculosis. He informed me that I would be put on treatment for T.B, which would take eight months. I wondered where I could have gotten T.B from and I later came to learn that my friend S had been suffering from it, but she never told anybody, neither did she seek treatment. So I had contracted it from her. But how come I was not coughing?? Apparently some infections are like that, the T.B just eats you up slowly….
So in that week when I was in hospital, I was inserted a catheter because I was too weak to take myself to the washroom. I did not like the hospital food at all so my mum brought me food but I still would not eat it. I also had to get a blood transfusion, so all my friends were summoned by my family to donate.
That year I spent my birthday in a hospital ward.
The hospital staff, who were men by the way, now would sit me up and force me to eat because I was getting weaker and weaker. I gained enough strength to convince Dr Tom that I wanted to be discharged. He made me walk from one side of the ward to the other to prove it!
So I went home. I had to keep visiting the hospital. I was accompanied mostly by my mum because I was weak for quite a while. I was bed ridden for about two months, not able to take a shower. The catheter I was put made my bladder lose so I could not hold urine, when I needed to. So I had to wear diapers!
I developed bed sores because I was unable to turn.
My chest was so weak, it felt hollow;
These were the days when I felt that my breath was coming to a near ending close…….