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This lovely anesthesiologist is going to take us on an all-encompassing anesthesia journey. This is Part 1: Pre-Op. This stage covers the first few things that patients go through before a procedure.

First, the nurse takes you into the prep room. You change into a gown, and she puts a hairnet on your head. Then she asks you questions. What medications do you take? When did you last eat? Do you smoke? Drink? Do recreational drugs? Have you had surgery before?

Then she takes your vitals. Her stethoscope roams across your chest and back as you take deep breaths. A pulse oximeter goes on your pointer finger. Everything is slightly high from nerves, but we move forward.

Next, she puts on purple gloves. They’re tight, and she releases each with a snap of the wrist cuff. Then she takes your hand and has you hold your arm out. She lets go, and starts poking with her finger to find a good vein. She finds one, and reaches for a wipe to clean it the area. It’s cold and smells like antiseptics. Then she gets the needle, uncaps it, lines it up, and says “big pinch.” You get scared, but the needle slides in with little more than a pinch. She connects your fluids, which feel cool as they enter your vein.

Then the anesthesiologist comes in. She talks to you and begins to move you to the OR. She’s pushing from behind you while the nurse steers from the side. You watch the square ceiling tiles roll by as they talk to you and try to keep you calm.

Then you turn the corner. The gurney stops as the nurse scans her badge, quickly followed by the OR doors opening with a hiss.

The gurney starts moving once again. As you cross the threshold of the OR, it begins to feel like there’s no going back. The cold air and antiseptic smell hits you as they push you in further.

As you approach the operating table, the nurse walks around the other side as the anesthesiologist parks the gurney. The anesthesiologist grabs the IV bag and the nurse move the IV line out of the way as she asks (tells) you to scoot over.

You put your hand on the operating table and start to scoot over. It’s tricky because your gown gets caught under you, so you have to move slowly. The cool air of the OR hits your arms, giving you chills.

The anesthesiologist hangs the IV bag as you settle onto the table. The nurse pushes the gurney away, comes back, and raises the armrest. You lay back as they start working around you.

Since I can only post 10 photos at a time, it will take a few installments to tell the whole story…

Today: gynecological procedure

gender: female

age: 31, weight: 72 kg

anesthesia: general anesthetic with propofol

duration: 2,5h

additional: endotracheal tube/bladder catheter

Are you ready to breathe the gazzz?

Enjoying my gazzz?

Zzzz..

Step 1:

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Step 6:

Step 7:

ready for surgery:

The noise of the machines in the ICU was deafening. I tried to focus on my breathing, but it was shallow and ragged. I couldn't move. They put an oxygen mask on me, but my condition continued to deteriorate.

I was given many injections. After that, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I felt a foreign object in my throat. It was a long, plastic breathing tube that connected me to a ventilator. With each breath in and out, I felt the cold air pass through the tube and into my lungs. The rhythmic hissing of the machine reminded me that I had lost control of my own body. After numerous surgeries, I ended up in a coma, tethered to the ventilator.

I'm still here. Yes, I'm alone and completely paralyzed. I still can't even wiggle a finger. I was in a coma for a long time. Too long.

The doctors performed the necessary surgeries. When I finally woke up, I felt something foreign, something lodged in my throat. I couldn't believe they had done a tracheostomy. The complete dependence on the ventilator made me vulnerable and defenseless, causing a feeling of helplessness. I looked at the doctor, and in his eyes, I saw sympathy but also a kind of detachment. "Everything will be fine," he said. But I didn't believe a single word. And now I can't even make a sound.

I felt an unpleasant weight in my nasal cavity. The long nasogastric tube, which was sustaining my life, deprived me of the ability to eat on my own, emphasizing my complete dependence on the medical staff. Although there was no physical pain, the feeling of a foreign body in my body caused discomfort and anxiety. The catheters and other tubes hanging around me intensified the feeling of dependence, as if I were chained to the bed, powerless to change anything.

Most of the time, I listen to the rhythmic breathing of the machines. The doctors and nurses examine me regularly, checking my vital signs.

I am periodically disconnected from the ventilator to clear my airways of mucus. Each cleaning procedure is a reminder of my dependence on the machine. Those few seconds when I am disconnected from the ventilator cause me to feel helpless and afraid of the unknown.

After the tracheostomy tube is cleaned, I am quickly reconnected to the ventilator. The rhythmic hissing soothes me. In this peaceful isolation, I find a certain peace, accepting my vulnerability.

Meet With Two Souls - Ep. 7

Touboui F - Ep. 8

What's happening to me? Where am I? My head hurts, my thoughts are racing. I try to remember what happened last. Only darkness and this constant noise. I'm scared. Alone. I don't understand what's going on.

That noise, it's strange. Are there medical machines around me? I try to move my hand, but it's heavy, it doesn't obey me. I feel a heavy medical collar on my neck. I must still be in the hospital.

This tube... It's in my mouth. Is it a breathing tube? Am I connected to a ventilator? Why? How much time has passed? I'm afraid I'll stay here forever, chained to this bed.

I fell asleep again. Probably for a long time. They removed the medical collar. However, I feel another tube. It's inserted into my nose. Why? Fear grips me again. What else have they done to me? I try to move my hand, but it's still heavy.

Finally, I wake up. There's a surgical cap on my head. There's an oxygen mask on my face. It's still hard for me to breathe. I try to calm down.

Now there's an oxygen cannula on my face. I felt relief when the cool air entered my lungs.

My hair... it's long. How long have I been asleep? Was I in a coma... I'm still very weak. While I was asleep - I was paralyzed. I couldn't even breathe on my own. I was connected to a ventilator. This device is still standing by my bed.

I'm still helpless. The doctors are probably ready to connect me to this machine. Resigned to my condition, I took a deep breath and felt a glimmer of hope that everything would be alright.

Yeah, Thats How It Is - E47