Raving about a hospital

I have been admitted to the hospital and tomorrow morning I will be undergoing surgery... another major surgery after 34 years.

While I am not a great fan of hospitals (because who wants to be hospitalized, right?) I have to take my hats off to St. Luke's Medical Center, where I will finally be having the hysterectomy. The place screams of professionalism and efficiency, which makes it so great for clients, easing them into something that not many look forward to. If I didn't know this was a health facility, I would actually mistake it for a hotel. A five-star one.

Can you imagine, my room has a clock! Because I made a reservation as early as Saturday, it did not take long for me to get admitted after my papers were processed. This morning, I was very tense -- like there was a fist clenched in my stomach. For the last two weeks, I haven't really thought about what I was diagnosed with and what needs to be done, so it must all be sinking in now thus the nerves.

Another thing making me so tense is my HMO, which I can't understand. They can't make up their mind if I have enough for the procedure or if I need to prepare for any excess. My gyne-onco, however, insists that what I have is enough since he's had other patients with the same HMO who did not have to raise additional funds for the procedure. I do have to say bless him, because even if I have to shell out extra funds, he is not charging an arm and a leg, unlike other similar specialists. I can live with his 40,000 professional fees. That really took a load off my shoulders.

It also helps that the room I was given (although way up high) is within the coverage of both the HMO and Philhealth. I'm on the 5th floor, and while the room is quite old (it's not among those already refurbished) but it is spacious, there's a TV and a ref and more importantly, it's PRIVATE.

Now to the operation, the doctor's only worry is if my previous surgery will make it a but more difficult to carry out mine. I sincerely hope not because it will mean bringing in another surgeon, which means more costs.

I still have to worry about the staging of the C. I really, really don't want to go through treatment.

Starting tomorrow, I won't be able to move around as I have been used to and I can only hope to heal quickly. Lots of Vitamin C and protein will address that, according to my nurse. Maybe, VCO will also help.

The guys at the office scampering but if they concentrate on what needs to be done and use a lot of common sense, they will survive. As it is, they've been calling and texting for every little thing since this morning. I know things are difficult because of the budget hearings.

So, I hope it won't be long till I can post another entry. Pray for me...