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My Surgical Story by Nobody: 11:34pm On Oct 19, 2013 |
NOTE: What you are about to read is 100% real. Nothing added; Nothing Deducted. - - It was a Saturday morning and I started with my usual complain. ‘ouch! Mum, my lower abdomen hurts’ I cried. ‘Which side?’ my mum asked. ‘the right side’ I replied holding the described area. ‘marvellous, bring my phone’ my mum yelled across the corridor to the rooms; we were in the kitchen. After some seconds, my lil’sis came into the kitchen with my mum’s phone, handed it to her and left(she is 10). ‘who are you calling? I asked curiously. ‘doctor Akinlade’ my mum simply replied. I went to the dining room to sit on one of the dining chairs. ‘hello doctor Akinlade, Good morning sir….. it’s Mrs Ogie, the woman from 242… yes sir… not really sir… she is complaining again… she said it’s now at the right side of her lower abdomen…. Ok sir… what time should I bring her?..... ok sir, we will be there….thank you….. good bye’ my mum ended the conversation with doctor Akinlade. ‘what did he say?’ I asked coming out of the dining room as I entered the kitchen. ‘he asked me to bring you to the hospital by 10:30am for check up again’ she answered. ‘I hope those nurses will not shook my bombom again o because the previous injections I took some weeks ago still hurts’. I said rubbing my bottom. ‘I don’t know. We will have to get there first and even if injections are prescribed for you, you have no choice but to take them’ she said. I frowned and made way for the door beside the kitchen that led to the front yard. ‘where are you going to?’ my mum asked. ‘I want to see scooby’ I replied. ‘make it brief, then go take your bath, have breakfast and get ready for us to leave’ she instructed. When she said that, I quickly dashed to the sitting room to look at the time. ‘ah mummy! It’s just 7am na. I thought you said the doctor asked us to come by 10:30am and by d way, it’s the last Saturday of the month of September; environmental sanitation! No movement till 10am’ I said laughing. ‘wareva duh!’ my mum replied me. She’s very funny and at that moment, I said to myself, ‘this woman ehn!’. I left to see my Scooby-boo (don’t correct me, I know it’s “doo” but he is my “boo”). ‘moses! Come help me with the laundry’ I heard my mum call out to my lil’bro(he is 13) who was watching an animation on cartoon network on dstv. I bet it was “The amazing spiderman”. He never misses it on Saturday’s mornings. ‘oh mummy! what about aunty Martha na” he said with his gaze still fixed on the big plasma tv screen. When I heard that, I just shook my head out of pity. I said to myself, “these children should better learn doing the chores and other doesmestic works by themselves o. it’s like they don’t know I will be going to school soon”. Right from day one, I have been the only one doing the chores. They never help. My mum keeps assuring me ‘don’t worry, when you go to school, they will smell their ynash’ she will say and I will laugh out loud because of her last five words. ‘she is not feeling too well. Oya come meet me at the backyard. Bring you lundry basket and a bar of washing soap with you. If I don’t see you at the backyard in a minute, you’re gonna be in big trouble young man’ my mum said to moses. That’s my mum for you. You must obey her no matter what. When she gives out an order, it must be done. my dad is a military man, it seems my mum took the characteristics. You will hardly know my dad is a soldier. He looks so calm and gentle unlike other soldiers I know; who have wild looks and they never smile. But there was a time my dad was provoked by a junior soldier whose rank was way below my dad’s. when my dad ordered for him to be delt with and locked up, I was shocked. You should know what “dealing” with an offender in the army is. It was curel. I started asking myself questions like ‘isnt that my sweet and innocent looking father?’ I was wowed that day. I nearly got tempted to beg my dad to forgive the junior soldier when I saw how the other soldiers handled him but I dare not; ‘martha! Keep your tiny mouth shut’ a voice from nowhere said and I obeyed because I do not want the anger transferred to me. My dad doesn’t punish us (the kids). Infact, he is the exact opposite of my mum. Not like my mum is terrible o. it’s just that while my mum is very disciplined, my dad is not all that disciplined. When my mum is annoyed by any of us, her “pankere” does the job. She can flog the first letter out of your name and when my dad on the other hand is annoyed by any of us, he can simply just yell at us and walk away then he will come back after some time, pet you and tell you not to do it again. though, his yells get to me. I hate being shouted, yelled or screamed at. It makes me cry. Let me say that’s my “weak-point”. Anyways, I love my dad so much. ‘mum, you should really get a washing machine o’ my lil’bro said while coming out of the sitting room. He was frowning because his “spiderman time” got interrupted. ‘washing machines are for lazy people. They never get your clothes as clean as manual washing will and they make the colours fade’ my mum replied him from the backyard. I laughed when I heard this. She always defends her opinions. When my lil’sis heard that moses had left the sitting room, she quickly hurried over there to watch her favourite channel, “Disney junior”. She and moses earlier had a fight on who would watch the dstv. Moses won being her elder bro. she had been sulking in her room until she found out he was leaving to help my mum with the lundary. Immediately scooby saw me, he ran to meet me. He jumped on me and started licking my face. I hate that! eeeew….. but I love him with all I got. I took him on a short walk so that he could poo. For a while, I forgot I was in pain. Being with Scooby gives me so much joy. He is my most priced possession. At first when my dad bought and brought him, I never liked him but as the days changed to weeks and weeks to months we naturally became very close. Sometimes we eat together and he spends the night in my room, on my bed. He is so adorable and FYI, very neat. He is bathed twice daily. My lil’bro and I take turns to bath him. He is also healthy. He eats everything except groundnuts. He eats pineapple, sugarcane, watermelon, pounded yam with any kindda soup except of course, groundnut soup. He takes custard, pap, garri with enough mik and sugar, lacasera, coke, any kindda drink. There was a night when my mum’s glass of baron fell. The glass didn’t get broken though, the drink just spilled on the black tiles in the sitting room and Scooby was there. I quickly ordered moses to go and get the mop. Before he came back with the mop, Scooby has already licked the spilled baron alcohol drink from the ground. He licked everything. Everyone at home was shocked and amazed. I was laughing my azz out. Moses just sprinkled some water on the spot and cleaned it. Few minutes later, Scooby started misbehaving. He ran like a mad dog into my room. He got on my bed and started humping my pillows (as in banging it in a intimate manner). Sincerely writing, this is no joke. It is 100% real. I wish you had seen the scene. It was dead funny. While he kept humpimg it, his DICKtation started to come out. He was so serious that he didn’t recognise the presence of anybody in the room. He humped very fast and when his humping got out of hand, my dad ordered that he should be taken outside. Moses offered to take him out. Moses carried him and he started biting moses’s hand. Moses managed to take him outside and as soon as his legs touched the ground, he ran to the front yard like he was being chased. Wow! What a crazy dog… Soon, after bringing Scooby back home from our little walk, I had my breakfast, by that time, my mum was done with the lundary. I served sccoby his own share of the food and I went to take my bath. When it was 10:15am, my mum and I left for the hospital. Moses and marvellous were at home. Mum warned both of them not to get into a fight, to behave themselves and to stay indoors until she got back from the hospital. When we got to the hospital, my mum was told that the doctor wasn’t around. We waited for about 30 minutes yet he didn’t come. She was pissed that he missed their appointment. She called him and his wife picked up. She explained he had an emergency programme to attend in church. My mum explained what the situation was (she is his wife, she knows everything about his hospital and she is 100% involved as the “Doctor’s wife”). After my mum explained why she needed to see the doctor, his wife asked my mum to give the phone to one of the nurses; particularly Nurse Amaka. Nurse Amaka seemed to be the most senior nurse and kind of like the P.A of the doctor. My mum handed the phone to Nurse Amaka to speak with the Doctor’s wife. ‘Hello Ma…. Yes ma… ok ma….. no problem ma….. bye ma’ with that, Nurse Amaka ended the conversation. ‘she asked me to run the check up on Martha and keep the report for the Doctor to look at when he is on seat’ Nurse Amaka explained to my mum. ‘where is her hospital card?’ she asked my mum. My mum immediately opened her bag, brought it out and gave it to her. She took a look at the registration number and returned the card to my mum who kept it back in her bag. ‘Nurse Theresa, bring out the hospital file for patient number 3,471 and give it to me’ she said to one of the junior nurses sitting in the reception. Nurse Theresa quickly searched for the file and handed it Nurse Amaka. Nurse Amaka spoke English fluently but with a very strong Igbo accent which amused me. She led my mum and I to an office for the check up. There was an hospital bed in the corner of the room. It wasn’t for a patient on admission to lie on; it was for a patient to lie on for examination. ‘sit down please’ she said to my mum and I, pointing to two chairs. We sat down and she herself sat down on another chair directly facing us but there was a table in- between. ‘Miss Martha, what is the problem?’ Nurse Amaka asked me. ‘I feel pains on the left side of my lower abdomen. Not really pains though; I just feel like there’s something heavy in there’ I explained pointing my finger to the exact spot. ‘ok, I see’ Nurse Amaka answered flipping through pages of my hospital file. ‘According to your file, you made a similar complain the last time you came but it was at the right side of your lower abdomen and it was treated. How come it came up again?’ she said. I took it as a rhetorical question and kept quiet. ‘I really don’t know. The pains comes and goes. And when it comes, she hardly walks. The last time, I spent nearly 15 thousand naira for it to be treated. Now, it is back in another area. I hope your treatments here are not fake o’ my mum said. ‘Hahaha madam. No o. nothing like that. our treatment is authentic. We remain number one. We’ve had a case similar to this. Let me run a brief check up on her’ Nurse Amaka said laughing at my mum’s comment. ‘go and lie down on that bed’ she instructed, pointing at the hospital bed at the corner of the room. I stood up, walked to the bed, removed my shoes and laid on it. I adjusted my dress so that my abdomen can be in plain view because I know that was where she was going to examine. ‘Does it hurt?’ she asked as she poked it. ‘No’ I replied. She kept poking different spots on my abdomen; asking whether it hurt but my replies were negative. ‘Stand up, go and have your seat’ she ordered. I obeyed. ‘I think it is apendix’ she told my mum. When I heard that, my heart skipped 3 beats before it started beating normal again. ‘omg! Omg!! Omg!!!’ was what I kept saying inside of me. ‘Think? Are you not sure?’ my mum asked the Nurse. ‘Not really madam. The doctor will give the final confirmation. With her complains and the report I have written in her file, he will know what is wrong with her and if he is not sure, he will re-run the check up by himself’ Nurse Amaka explained. ‘ok. Is that all for now?’ my mum asked. ‘Yes ma; that will be all for now. I will let you know when the doctor is around’ Nurse Amaka responded. ‘ok then. Thank you very much’ my mum said and with that, we left the hospital. The ride home was quiet because neither did my mum nor I talk. I was praying silently. I begged God not to allow my illness to be the cause of appendix. I had never been operated on and I was scared. |
Re: My Surgical Story by Nobody: 11:34pm On Oct 19, 2013 |
When we got home, I dashed to my room to sleep. Few hours later, I was woken up by a call from an unknown number. I picked up the call and found out the caller was a female. “weird!” I thought. The only females who call are my sisters and mum. Nobody else. The rest of my callers are guys. ‘hello is this Martha?’ the caller asked. ‘yes. Please who am I speaking with?’ I replied. ‘I am one of the nurses from Great physician hospital. I just want to let you know that the doctor is around and will want to attend to you’ she explained. ‘oh; ok. I will go tell my mum now. We will be on our way shortly’ I said. ‘ok then. He will be expecting you. Bye’ she said and hung up. I looked at the time on my phone and it was 3:49pm. I went to my mum’s room but she wasn’t there. I headed to the sitting room and I met her watching a television program on African Magic Yoruba. ‘you are awake. Go and have your lunch. Are you still feeling pains?’ my mum asked as soon as she saw me entering the sitting room. ‘no. one of the nurses from the hospital called me just now. She said the doctor is around and wants us to come o’ I said ignoring the part where she told me to go and have my lunch. ‘how did she get your number?’ my mum asked puzzled. ‘I think it is from my hospital file. My phone number is attached to it.’ I said. ‘ok then, let’s go immediately’ she told me. ‘moses, take care of the house. I will be back soon’ my mum said to my lil’bro who was playing a video game on his P.S somewhere around the corner of the sitting room. ‘ok ma’ he replied her unconcerned about her destination. We left home and got to the hospital about 10 minutes later. When we got there, we were immediately ushered into the doctor’s office. After exchanging pleasantries, we took our seats and he got to business. He ran a check up on me similar to that of nurse Amaka. He wrote some things in “Doctor’s Language” on my file. ‘madam, it is appendix and there are two ways to solve it. I will give her drugs and injections which will subside the pains but it is advisable to use the second solution which is surgery so that it will be gone once and for all because the first is not going to completely solve it. It may even get to a point where it will rupture and that is very dangerous. So madam, the choice is yours, what do you think? Doctor Akinlade said. ‘Let it be operated. I hate seeing her in pains’ my mum told him. ‘ok then. The surgery, admission, medication and every other thing is going to cost you 70 thousand naira’ Doctor Akinlade said. ‘Hmm, kindda cheap’ I said to myself. I read a post online where someone was operated for appendix and he was charged 125 thousand naira. Though, I was told it depended on the hospital. Like for instance, at general hospital, it is 25 thousand naira. Eeewwww… I hate the general hospital. A very disgusting place to be. ‘aahh… Doctor! It is too expensive o. Oya reduce it’ my mum said. ‘hahaha. Madam, that is the price. She will be well taken care of’ the doctor replied. ‘it still doesn’t matter. Reduce your price’ my mum insisted. ‘ok. Bring 60 thousand. That is the least I can do. We are ready when you are ready’ he affirmed. ‘thank u doctor. Let me call my husband and let him know. Excuse me’ my mum said and stood up to go outside to make a call; I followed her. ‘what did daddy say?’ I asked her after she had finished talking to my dad. ‘he said it should be done on Monday’ she replied. She Went in to see the doctor while I waited for her outside, in the car. She came out of the hospital and drove me home. The fear I had in me earlier vanished. I was kindda excited about the whole surgery issh. When I told my siblings, marvellous started crying saying ‘Aunty Martha is going to die’. ‘shut up!’ my mum ordered her. ‘she will not die. Nothing is going to happen’ my mum said. I sat back waiting for Monday to arrive; waiting for a remarkable day in my life to come. To BE CoNTinUEd… |
Re: My Surgical Story by AbuMikey(m): 11:36pm On Oct 19, 2013 |
I hit this thread 1st 1 Like |
Re: My Surgical Story by Nobody: 11:38pm On Oct 19, 2013 |
Abu Mikey:hurray! Hehehe |
Re: My Surgical Story by AbuMikey(m): 11:52pm On Oct 19, 2013 |
Marthakings: hurray! Hehehe Your story needs some editing,so much classified informations in it. IMHO |
Re: My Surgical Story by spicyv1(f): 12:13am On Oct 20, 2013 |
Are you trying to spell SURGICAL? I mean your title. Could you also paragraph your story? It makes the piece less cumbersome and more fun to read. |
Re: My Surgical Story by Youngsage: 1:03am On Oct 20, 2013 |
I thot I would be the first to comment? Abu Mikey beat me to that On a more serious note this really proves to be a gr8 piece, a little work on your paragraphing/spacing would do just that. *following* |
Re: My Surgical Story by Nobody: 5:43am On Oct 20, 2013 |
Abu Mikey:mikey i support you, some info here myt expose her to harm and btw its SURGICAL not SUGERICAL change it in the title of your two posts |
Re: My Surgical Story by Nobody: 6:45am On Oct 20, 2013 |
I posted this directly from my laptop... So I guess datz why d whole paragraph issh didnt come up. And by d way, way classified info are we talking about? What "Harm"? U be theif ni? |
Re: My Surgical Story by Nobody: 6:58am On Oct 20, 2013 |
Marthakings: I posted this directly from my laptop... So I guess datz why d whole paragraph issh didnt come up. And by d way, way classified info are we talking about? What "Harm"? U be theif ni?baby i no b thief and frm ur story one can observe dat u are from a rich home and if i were to b a kidnapper all i would do is to look for Great physician hospital then i would ask them to direct me to mama martha or mama moses or mama marvelous house whose husband is a military man and my love u knw na as i don find ur house una go pay ransome tire so u c u r now in harms way |
Re: My Surgical Story by AbuMikey(m): 4:30pm On Oct 20, 2013 |
Take the rich home facts aside, Martha,i still think you should do some editing!!! I know some bad guys and the stuffs they can do with the little You've already posted! |
Re: My Surgical Story by Vivly(f): 4:34pm On Oct 20, 2013 |
I'm enjoying the story with the full details but Martha, Abu is kinda right o |
Re: My Surgical Story by Youngsage: 5:21pm On Oct 20, 2013 |
Vivly: I'm enjoying the story with all the full details but Martha, Abu is kinda right oYep... Martha where are you oo |
Re: My Surgical Story by hariorh: 2:11pm On Oct 25, 2013 |
use to think the ailment was called appendicitis... abi na pajawiri dokita be this? Nice writeup madam!!! |
Re: My Surgical Story by andyanders: 7:27pm On Oct 25, 2013 |
Oh Martha, wishing a speedy recovery and praying for you. I know it is not easy but with God, you must pull through, Since you not online yet, I know you must be recovering speedily. God's blessings. Stay blessed. |
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