On August 5th I found myself in the Salem hospital diagnosed with acute appendicitis. The surgeon came in and chatted with me, reviewed the procedure and told me all of things that could go wrong. I liked him and felt confident he would perform the removal of my diseased organ with skill and positive intent. After next being introduced to the anesthesiologist I was wheeled into the operating room, moved from my gurney to the operating table and the next thing I became aware of was awakening in the recovery room with a nurse by my side. I was tethered to an IV drip pole on wheels with a bag of pain medication, antibiotics and a bag of saline. I spent the night in the hospital, being checked on every three hours by a very kind nurse and then walking up and down the hallway for 10-15 minutes at at time, pushing my IV array that was connected to my arm by a plug-in directly into my vein.
The body can change so quickly, shifting from health to illness literally over night. I was now the one needing help and assistance. I was the one who for a time, was completely dependent on strangers to take care of me in my most vulnerable condition, strangers who I had no choice but to trust with my life. It was a bit surreal to me. I started in urgent care, walked over to the emergency room for an ultrasound and diagnosis, walked over to the hospital, was wheeled into the operating room and ended up in a room in the hospital over night where watchful and attending nurses would make sure I would survive the night.Read More »On Being a Patient