Friday night was a nerve-wrecking one! When you know you are in for a surgery, however small or big, the next day, a person like me cannot get much sleep. And to top it, you are told to reach the hospital at 8 in the morning! I don't remember reaching any place that early, except school and basketball sessions!
Nevertheless, Friday night had me making calls to my dearies and irritating them to the hilt with my fears for a surgery! Amidst all this, I was constantly praying that all this passes soon and I get better! The fear got the better of me and robbed me of a restful sleep that night. Waking that early was a chore and more so was getting dressed to check into a hospital!!! How I was still wishing for a miracle to happen!
We reached the hospital well 30 minutes past 8 and went straight to the admission counter. The person out there tells us that there were no rooms available, rather beds, and that we 'd have to wait for the discharges to happen which would be post 11 am. I sighed. It felt like a receptionist telling us that there are no rooms available in their hotel, while we go on one of our adventurous, fun, teen trips! I sure didn't know that I needed to book a bed for myself for a well-planned surgery!
We called my doctor who asked me to check into the Day Care for like she said, the surgery was a must!!! We marched to the second floor where I made the in-charge speak to my doctor and who BLATANTLY refused me a room or bed as he had none either! WOW! It was getting exciting! During all of this, I realized that I have not had severe pain after Thursday and I was feeling much better than two days back and that I felt that I could go on with some more conservative treatment instead of having to undergo a surgery. And then it struck - Was it God's way of answering all those prayers straight from the heart when I cried and wished that I am saved from this surgery?!
We discussed it with my doctor, who agreed to give it more time as the frequency of the nasty pain had decreased. She said that she will do a check-up again after 3-4 days and unless I have that excruciating pain, we would not have to take the last resort!
So, we returned to the comfort of my little home. It was bliss! To spend a Saturday in the familiar walls of your own home, instead of a gloomy hospital room is a blessing. Though I spent the day resting and ensuring not to exert myself lest the dreadful pain returns.
And yes, all your prayers and wishes worked miraculously! They have saved me from a surgery (Am I blowing the trumpet too early, keeping in mind that I still have the verdict pending?!). But believe me, I feel and am relieved, while I cross my fingers that the pain stays far away from me! I feel weak, but that can still be taken care of with a good diet. I can actually see people, who know me personally, frowning while reading those words!
Nevertheless, I am feeling a lot better and hope I do not have to go through this surgery. Thank you, blogdosts, for all your kind words, prayers and wishes. They worked!!!