Part 2 of the conspiracy saga. It is Friday and I am at work. I thought if I started, I could finish over the weekend.
Even as I typed that, people were coming in and I had to leave, so continuing today would seem to be problematic. I'll do what I can, but it will be tomorrow for the majority of this entry. If for some reason I do not complete the tale of woe in two episodes, I will create a third. Probably be boring to most, but mildly irritating to others. Now I have to go back and figure out where I was.
Ok, where we left off was me lying on a hard metal table with 4 or 5 people hovering around me. First, they extended wings on the side of the table to ostensibly make me more comfortable. The real reason was so they could tell me to hold on to some handles and never move. Never moving is a constant refrain in this tale. Over and over again, they reminded me not to move. And when I say don't move, it means I was not allowed to move anything during the operation. I could move my head a little bit, but nothing else was allowed to move. I was not even allowed to take a deep breath. Every time I did, they said don't do that.
You see, the key part here is, I had to be awake for the whole thing. The entire operation. And I will spoil the news now, the entire operation took six- and one-half hours. That's just the part on the table. There was more to come, but for now, I was on the operating table for six and a half hours and I was unable to move and unable to take a deep breath. I felt the least they could have done was to strap my arms and legs down, the most they could have done was to knock me out. But neither of those was an option, or so I was told. Someday, I might ask why. Maybe when I have to do it all again later this year, but that is a tale for another time.
They started by trying to setup some equipment in the room. I have no idea what it was for but they kept asking how to do this and how to do that, to the point I was ready to ask why they can't find someone who already know how to set up the equipment.
One of the things they set up was some kind of barrier between me and the doctor. I huge screen thing. It was made of glass or something so you could see through it but then they covered it in plastic and that made it no longer see through, so I didn't see the point. I still do not know what the actual purpose of the screen was. Maybe to protect me from the blood splatter when they hit a gusher. I mention this screen as it comes into play a bit later on.
After all the setup and running around, they just kind of started. No warning or no indication they were now doing stuff, just the doctor telling the other people in there what he needed and what to do. I never could tell when he was talking to me and when he wasn't. Mostly, he wasn't, but then he would repeat himself and I would realise he was talking to me. I did have one doctor who was supposed to make sure I was comfortable. He did a poor job. Mostly, I was thirsty, but lying like I was, it was impossible to drink, so he would get some little tube or something that had maybe four drops of water in it and he would squirt it in my mouth. Once I figured out to not allow him to squirt it down my throat, it was easier, but then about an hour into the procedure, he disappeared. Never found out where he went and no one really replaced him. So I was on my own for most of the operation, except when I would forget and take a deep breath and all the doctors would say no deep breaths, no deep breaths. My thoughts, just knock me out and you don't have to worry about it. Didn't seem to be an option.
So for six hours, I laid there and I laid there. My butt really started to hurt, my shoulder started to ache very bad, I was thirsty all the time and no one was listening to me moan, or maybe they were just ignoring me. It was a bad time. What the doctors were doing didn't really have any effects on me. I didn't feel it most of the time. Every once and a while, I would feel a needle or some strange movements in weird places, but really, I have no idea what they were doing. Found out afterwards, but during the operation, it was the lying still and not being able to breath that was the torture.
It is time for me to go home now. I was trying to do this during lunch and caught a few minutes before I leave but now I am closing it for the day and will start a new one tomorrow.
Until next time,
Later
Remember
It will all be ok in the end, and if it's not ok, then it's not the end.
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