The woman parked her car in the parking lot of the surgical center. She reached 30 minutes earlier than her scheduled time. She thinks, “All thieves are gone. One thief came later and took three thieves with him when he left”.
She had left the note at the kitchen counter, “Not to worry. I am leaving town for a couple of days”. Does it matter anymore if anybody cares about her or not? She doesn’t care herself then. Why someone else should care about her.
She thought, “This is my life. I need to go solo. I don’t need anybody to hold my hand anymore”.
However, her mind was waiting for someone to hold her hand today. She does not like general anesthesia. The last time she went under general anesthesia, it was scary. She felt like her breath was trapped in her chest. It took a few seconds before she was completely knocked down, but it left a fear inside her. It has been more than six years, but she refused to go back to the surgical center due to the fear of anesthesia. He often told her, “Okay, I will be with you when it is time to remove those plates.” He was with her for 10 hrs when her son went for major surgery. He did not leave her alone at that time. Now, he had taken everybody away from her.
After filling some papers at the counter, she sat quietly in the waiting area. Finally, the scrub nurse came to greet her with a beautiful smile. She looked at her without any emotions. The nurse asked her if she was afraid of surgery. She just said, “Noo.” The nurse helped her to change into the hospital gown. She handed her belongings to the nurse except for her phone. Two people took her to the OR.
Inside the OR, there were a lot of lights. The anesthesiologist asked some questions and started to prepare her for anesthesia. She was quietly looking at the roof. “Why don’t they give me the medicine? What are they waiting for? Can the doctor make the mistake of giving me an extra dose? How would somebody know if something happened to her?”. She looked at the anesthesiologist with the question mark. “Waiting for the surgeon to come out of the scrub room.”
The surgeon came out of the room and gave her a smile. She thinks, “why is everybody smiling? Their smile looks real, not fake like mine. They might be the luckiest people on this planet”.
Before they did their time out for the surgery, she handed her phone to the surgeon. She had given him a strange look. The surgeon had already scrubbed for the surgery, so he told the nurse to put the phone in his jacket. The anesthesiologist told her some jokes before injecting the medicine into her veins. She saw only their eyes. Some of them even had their eyeglasses on. She was looking around, but her mind was somewhere else. She thought, “would my soul be knocking at his soul if I die today?”
Suddenly, the anesthesiologist started to inject the medicine into her arm and told her to count backward. She did not freak out this time. The next time, she remembered waking up in the recovery room. She heard the sound of monitors. The roof was moving when she looked up. She was hallucinating due to the effects of anesthesia. She did not know when she would sleep again. She did not have any idea of how many hours had passed. She is sensitive to medications. Thus it always takes additional time for her to recover from the anesthesia.
She heard the familiar sound, “How are you feeling now.” She opened her eyes and said, “I am good but still feel drowsy.” The surgeon asked, “Can you move your right thumb now? Can you feel your thumb?” She smiled, “Yes, I can move it, feel sensation now.” The surgeon was happy to perform a successful surgery. Before leaving, he told her, “You are a real fighter, and you have lived a strange life. I have not seen anyone with a passion like yours. See you next time. I am glad that you have made the right decision”. She smiled, “Not me. This thumb has made me make a decision. Have you put enough cement in my spine? Will my neck be able to hold my head now?” The surgeon laughed, “Yes, I have filled the gap and fracture in your spine with enough cement. It was a small surgery, but there were lots of risks. I am glad it went successfully.”
The surgeon left after discussing her upcoming major brain surgery. She continued to move both thumbs now, “I can move both of my thumbs now. I can feel my fingertips. I can bend my index finger now. How does the spine nerve control the sensation of the thumbs? I had read it in anatomy and physiology class, but I saw it practically now. I can open my water bottle now. I can do miniature work too. Why haven’t I died yet? Almighty had not listened to his prayer”.
Her neck is a little sore where they injected the cement into the spine. But advancement in technology has improved a lot. She thought, “Technology has cured my dying nerve in the neck, which will also help to alleviate the pain. Can technology cure my broken soul or a broken heart? Of course not”.