“How soon can I eat?” I asked.
That was definitely not the question he expected at that time.
‘He’ was the surgeon who walked in ready to take out my appendix two weeks ago. I had just begged the anaesthesiologist to give me general anaesthesia after two unsuccessful tries to find a gap between my vertebrae. My rational mind told me it was safer to have the spinal tap, but I was done being rational. Any rationality I had maintained in the midst of the pain of the appendicitis which had come upon me suddenly had been lost with the final straw of doctors and nurses having poked my veins six times within the space of two days to set IV lines. He succeeded with the spinal tap on the third try with what I imagine was a humongous needle. As I felt my legs go numb, the surgeon walked in and asked if I had any questions. So I asked “How soon can I eat?”.
Y’all know that I enjoy food as well as the next person, but I admit in hindsight that it might have been quite an odd question to ask when one is about to be cut open and a portion of their digestive tract (albeit redundant) taken out. In my defence, I had been scheduled for surgery the previous day so I did not eat anything until I was told in the evening that I did not present as a classic case of appendicitis and therefore would not be operated upon. Eating hurt so I only had a few spoonfuls and then they had the brilliant idea of stimulating my appetite by shooting Vitamin B Complex into my IV bags all through the night. Unfortunately, following excruciating pains that lasted all night, surgery was then on again the next day. I had just gone through two nights and two days without sleep and food and the doctor’s response to my question was “Can’t you fast?”. Dear doctor, perhaps you can try stimulating your appetite before your next fast and let me know how it goes :).
The surgery went well I guess. I watched as they sliced, pulled, prodded, cut and sewed me back together. Coming off of surgery you’d have thought I’d be in pain but the hunger … ah the hunger. The next day I was allowed to start eating and was eventually discharged with strict instructions to eat lots of fruits. Since watermelons are in season here, I got quite a number from friends and my mom made sure I had them practically everyday. I am sure that I have eaten more watermelons in the past two weeks than all my lifetime combined. If I never eat another watermelon it would not be too soon. Aside from the watermelons, I am back to a mostly normal diet.
A friend from work called complaining about the frenzy and envying me for two weeks of not having to deal with work drama. Believe me, I’d rather have my health back and work long hours than go through this – dealing with pain, unable to do what you’d have normally done for yourself , eating watermelons and having concerned people ask you embarrassing questions about your bowel movements! Oh the things we take for granted when we are healthy. I am again reminded to be grateful for every day full of renewed mercies and grace.
I’ll head back to work tomorrow and see how I get on. Then I’ll go see the doctor again for a check up on Tuesday. I reckon he will not quickly forget what could be the hungriest patient he’s ever had.