Some of the things that had happened, as told by my sis..
1.
The lady anesthesiologist had a hard time trying to stick a tube down my throat (tracheal intubation) to help me breathe while I am under GA. I was difficult to intubate as I have a 'shorter' neck as compared to the general public. That also explained why I had sore throat and phlegm after the surgery.
2.
My sister was 'shoo-ed' out of the OT by Mr.A. She had to wait for me outside the room and was unable to watch the actual surgery.
3.
Mr A took out the tumor without much complication. He managed to preserve most of my facial nerves so I can still smile, although I lose some sensation around my lower right jaw permanently (I am still hoping for a small miracle for that).
4.
Braze yourself...
(and don't blame me if you lost your appetite after seeing the photo below... :p)
Something that had been inside of me all these years...
as big as a golf ball...
presenting....
the tumor..
5.
My operation lasted between 16:25 to 19:15, based on the official record. Yet the first thing I saw was a blurry image of a person calling me "Jie" (who should have been my sis), and the clock behind her displaying 8.30pm.. The anesthesiologist and my sis had tried to wake me up earlier, but I was unresponsive.. In the end, they took me off the ventilator anyway..
In the end, I was 'escorted' back to my ward by my sis, riding on an ambulance no less.. that experience shall be included in the next blog entry..
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