Hospitals
aren’t typically places for adventures, but life often surprises us. My journey
with a hernia surgery at Bangalore’s Victoria Hospital turned out to be one of
those unexpected tales that stick with you — not for the pain, but for the
people, the quirks, and the lessons learned.
Let me set the stage. I’m a big guy. Some say, large. And as if that wasn’t
enough, I have hypertension — a polite way of saying my blood pressure thinks
it’s competing in a race. So, when I was told surgery was necessary, it wasn’t
just a case of rolling me onto the operating table and getting on with it. The
hospital staff took no chances, conducting test after test until I was cleared
for the procedure.
The day finally arrived, and there I was, lying on the operating table, with
local anesthesia coursing into my body through my spine. I was conscious the
entire time, feeling nothing but a peculiar pressure on my chest — a sensation
I’d liken to a 60-wheeler truck idling there.
Now, I must sing praises for the unsung heroes of any surgery: the anesthetic
team. These remarkable professionals, whose names I’ll never know, held my
hand, talked me through the process, and kept me calm for the entirety of the two-hour long
procedure. They’re the ones who ensure you drift off to la-la land and, more
importantly, wake up afterward. Yet, we rarely remember them, let alone thank
them. Here’s to you, silent saviors of the surgical world!
The surgery itself was a success, though it came at a small cost — I lost my
belly button. Yes, my cute, round innie navel, gone forever. They’d warned me
beforehand, even made me sign a declaration acknowledging its possible
departure. It’s strange how something so small can feel like such a significant
part of you. Farewell, old friend.
My surgery was conducted by, lets just say, Team B — efficient, precise, and,
like a good PowerPoint presentation, straight to the point. Special thanks to
Dr. B himself, the maestro of the operation, who managed to perform a
sophisticated medical procedure while keeping his communication crisp with
razor-sharp clarity.
A humble thanks to all those who took time out of their busy schedule to see
that things went ok for good old me.
Victoria Hospital itself is a fascinating ecosystem. It’s a well-oiled machine
where the key to surviving (and thriving) is simple: do as you’re told, not what you think. Focus
on the task at hand and don’t get distracted by the grand chaos around you. The
doctors don’t have time for chatter, which is understandable given the sheer
number of patients they treat daily. They’re like magicians performing their
tricks without the theatrics — just results.
Now, let me put across an idea. Picture this: a mini metro system snaking its
way through the hospital. Two lines, strategically designed. The Purple Line
would start at the main gate, stop at the Infosys Lab, the New OPD block, Vani
Vilas, and the trauma care unit, before winding its way to nephrology, the
Pradhan Mantri unit, and back to the admin block. Meanwhile, the Magenta Line
could begin at the other entrance, make its way past the Medical College,
hostel, the older blocks, and the burn ward, before completing its loop. Trains
start every ten minutes, no charge, zipping patients and staff to their
destinations like clockwork. Think of it — a transit system for a hospital that is the
size of a small town!
During my two-week stay, another marvel stood out: there wasn’t a single
mosquito or housefly. Not one. In a public hospital, no less! A rare feat in
India. Whatever pest-control magic they’ve conjured, it deserves a standing
ovation. If they can manage that, maybe my metro dream
isn’t so far-fetched after all.
In the end, my time at Victoria Hospital wasn’t just about surgery—it was an
experience. A journey through a world that, despite its challenges, functions
with remarkable efficiency. To the doctors, the anesthesiologist angels, the
administrators, the silent pest-control heroes, and the frontline warriors of
Team B: thank you. And to my navel, - tata, you’ll be missed.
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| Victoria Hospital, Bangalore |
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