posted on Oct, 31 2013 @ 12:39 PM
Awake brain surgery
I went into hospital on the Tuesday. I was to have the surgery on Thursday. I was met at the neurology ward by Helen the main anesthetist for the op.
She had a huge smile and was extremely friendly. I think they specially select the anesthetist to make sure they are extremely personable for these
awake operations.
for the next 2 nights I stayed on the ward, I was constantly being visited by surgeons, neuropsychologists and neurophsiologists. You feel like your
in safe hands at every level. I had scans done again to get a more up to date image to work with.
The operation was scheduled to start in-between midday and 1. At about1215 pm, a hospital porter came to take me to the operating theatre.
I was pretty scared, but there's nothing you can do, you know you've just got to do it, your in safe hands, what's the worst that can go wrong?
So the first thing was to be taken into the anesthetists room, where I was to lie down on a bed with a gel like mattress and place my head on a a gel
like doughnut, lying on the left side down with arm over my head, propped up by pillows.I had a bunch of extremely attractive and friendly group of
female anesthesits padding me down so I was comfortable. My left hand was placed over head on a pillow and canulars were placed in both arms, so the
different drugs could be administered during the operation.
In my left hand was a powerful anti epileptic drug, to ensure I didn't start flapping about during the tinkering, in my right hand the opiate based
sedative "happy juice", was to be administered.
Once the sedative kicked in, I was ready to go. It felt like being a bit drunk, but also not having a care in the world. Just want to get on with it,
let the docs do what they want.
Its strange seeing an operating theatre. My past two operations I'd always been asleep before seeing an operating theatre.
So first thing you notice is them injecting your head with local anesthetic. Not really that painful. Then once they check your ok and can't feel any
pain they start the saw. It's not too bad, like a dentists drill , reassuringly painless, it's obviously a bit weird, but your just lost in this
hazy bubble, looking at all these people in scrubs looking at you. I joked that it reminded me off those alien autopsy videos.
From this point, I was to be in permanent vocal communication with the anethietists, we talked for hours about random stuff. I think I made a few
inappropriate comments, like a lecherous drunk a few times, but I kept talkin and talkin. I'm not a big talker, im known as being quite quiet, so to
keep rabbiting was tough in itself.
Then I had to start the tests. This was basically just me reading two news stories on laminated cards. One oabout Obama getting face book account, one
about Kate Middletons family crest for the royal wedding. I had to read theses over and over again. It was quite hard to hear in there, so I had to
shout out reading these two articles.
The surgeons were mapping around the tumour to see if they could remove areas of normal brain around the tumour site. They did this by using
electrodes to turn off the brains signals in these areas. So to see how far they could go, I would begin reading normally, then they would turn the
electrode on and I would be totally incapable of speaking. I would be reading presisdent Obama, fine then the electrode would come on and I would, be
like "P p p. Totally incapable of getting the word out, desperate to say it, but impossible to do so. Once the electrode was turned off, my voice
went straight back to normal.
This process was the hardest part. You were concerned, you might be left being unable to speak. Not enough to freak you out too much, the comfort of
both the anethietists and the anesthetic keep you pretty comforted.
The worst part was needing a wee half way through. I didn't want a cathater before hand, but with I I had of done. I was so desperate though, so they
got me of those cardboard potty kind of things. I had to get one of the pretty anethietists to come and position all the bits in the right place.
This was a bit embarrassing, but the desperation was too much. Then I couldn't pee, because of the situation. I get stage fright at the best of
times. Having so many people surround me, made it almost impossible. Every now and then I'd just close my eyes and squeeze a bit out to much relief.
Then it was back to the talking. Struggling to find new conversations and going over old ones. I was getting tired, I wanted it to be over. I needed a
pee.
Then that was it, the surgeons began stitching everything back up and at 5.30pm I was wheeled out the operating theatre to the recovery unit. 20
minutes later I was back on the ward with family. I burst into tears. It was like a pressure valve just firing off. I was still under the effects of
the sedative and everything had gone so quickly. Met the surgeon on the Monday back on the ward on Thursday, it had all been such an overwhelming
experience.
I didn't sleep a wink that night. I was pumped with steroids during the op and it was noisy and bright on the ward. The old guy opposite me kept
waking up, not knowing where he was. The nurses kept having to explain. Then he'd start wondering who the nurses were and what they were doing.
The guy beside me thoughtfully left his tv on all night and the other guy was writhing around in pain.
I just lay there like I was trapped in a scene from 'one flew over the cuckoos nest'.
The day after I was discharged, my parents picked me up and took me home. I couldn't wait to get home and just lie in my quiet bedroom.