I was having trouble breathing and needed help immediately. My mom took me to the local hospital. I was admitted to a regular hospital room after waiting a couple of hours in the emergency room. I was a little more relieved because I did not have to worry about keeping my voice down since the rooms were divided by walls and not sheets. The doctor came in and introduced himself. He told me that he received my chart from the emergency room and confirmed what I already told the emergency room staff. My mom was in a chair, trying not to fall asleep as if she was alert and listening. After all, it was 5:15 a.m., but on a positive note, we were both missing a day of work. .
"I think if you get a trache, it will help you breathe much better." The doctor made it sound so simple. He made it sound like a pill, I could just take. Only if it was that easy. "You're going to need surgery to perform the procedure." "What! Surgery! No, I don't have time for that. You have any meds you can give me or something?" I was beyond pissed. I was not thinking about my health. I wanted to miss work, but not 3-4 weeks! .
The doctor further explained the not so easy procedure he would perform. "The proper term for a trache is a tracheostomy, where an incision will be made on your neck, in front of the windpipe and a trache tube is inserted. " He showed me the location they would make the incision on my neck, using his finger. When the doctor left, my mom and I talked about the procedure that was about to take place. My mom had to share some information with others on her cellphone, so she stepped out of the room. Two men came in, who said they were from transport. "We're here to take you to the operation room." They were neatly dressed in all black. Their collared shirt was neatly tucked in their slacks, secured with a belt. They were very polite and were laughing and making jokes.
