Sadly, I fainted.
Dr. Alvarez was doing some minor surgery earlier this afternoon. It was something like a wart incision, where the client was made to lie down in the clinic bed, while the doctor incises the part of the leg where the large wart was planted. I was okay when Doc Alavarez injected some anesthesia around the part to be incised, then used a blade, size 15 to make a cut along the sides of the wart. I was still okay then. Then dokie cut the real thing, blood was oozing out so fast. One by one, the prepared Sterile OS were used up, but it needed some more. When you know what “giluglog” means in bisaya, then you know what I will be talking about later. Gosh. The next time I laid my eyes on the incised area, it looked like a 5-peso coin, with a depth of maybe about half centimeter. I saw the deepest root of the wart, as well as the cellulites around the area. Blood again is oozing out. Sterile OS were used. Then, dokie got hold of the needle and the thread and started suturing the area, keeping it close. I was still okay in the first stitch. Then came the second one, and the third. But before the fourth stitch was done, I cannot hold it anymore. I felt my stomach turned upside down, making myself want to vomit. My head was aching, and the place was spinning around. I no longer have strength in my knees, I wanted to sit down. I wanted to burp, I thought it was the best thing to do to relieve me from fainting. And yeah, I was fainting. I then gave the bandage and the cream that I was holding to my other groupmate and I went out of the clinic. I sat in one of the benches in the Maternity clinic. I closed my eyes, and let myself experience the art of fainting. I know I’m going pale. “My classmates will laugh at me for this”, I thought. Five minutes more, I can no longer hold it. I should tell somebody about it. So I went inside the TB-DOTS clinic and told my other groupmates about it. They laughed as expected. Good thingy, Ruby was there to massage my hand. It made me feel okay, and really okay. It’s like having a nose surgery and houston rhinoplasty expert before your very eyes.I felt the cold sweat coming out of my skin, and I came to my most normal state. I breathed again.
I came back to the clinic and realized that the surgery was then over. Our Clinical Instructor, Sir Jay Saan and my friend slash groupmate Meg, asked me if I was okay, then I told them what occurred to me. I learned that the client has had seven stitches all in all, and Meg told me that the two last stitches were a lot gross that the other ones. and that the doctor placed a binder around the leg, as to not to have an accidental damage to the suture. Oh well.
Experiences like that makes me ask myself if I am really suited in this kind of profession. I was kind of dishearted about how I took the earlier procedure, but, I just encouraged myself to be better the next time around. hayz. At least, I have something to think about if I want to some good laugh. hehe.
