Use the words: disclose, fatten, hackle, irksome and sphenoid in your story.

 

 

 

 

The Operation

 

©2004 by Mae Ondracek

 

 

     “I want to disclose something to you that maybe you won’t like but it is irksome not to know.  You have a very bad sphenoid bone at the base of your cranium,” Dr. Spell said to me as I sat their, hardly able to move my head.

     “But doctor, I only have a strange crick in my neck.  Oh, you know what I mean,” Mary answered truthfully.

     “My dear Mary, it needs to be taken care of as soon as possible,” the doctor said.

     But doctor, can’t you just work my neck like others have done and it will be alright, for awhile?” Mary answered.

     “No, I will not, Mary.  This needs to be done right away and I don’t mean to be rude about it.  But your sphenoid bone is missing one side and it is getting worse, that is why you can’t turn your head,” Dr. Spell said seriously.

     But Dr…..” she said.

     “No Mary, I will not say anything more, but you need this operation and you need it now,” the doctor said.  “I know you are scared but I will do everything I can to be careful.  You understand, don’t you?”

     “Yes, Dr. Spell, I know what you mean.  It is driving me crazy when it gets like this,” she answered.

     “Can you come into the hospital now and we’ll set you up to have this done tomorrow afternoon?” The doctor asked.

     “Whatever you say, Dr. Spell.  Today is fine with me,” she said.

     Mary didn’t have anyone at home to take care of, all the lights were off, and nothing was cooking on the stove, so she guessed it was time to work on her neck.  The doctor was looking at Mary, to be sure she understood him, when at the same time, they both said, “Okay, we’ll do it.”

     They both looked surprised and started to laugh.  “Well, that really tells you what we were thinking, doesn’t it?” Mary said to the doctor.

     “Yes, it does, Mary.  I’ll call in the nurse and she can take you to a room and get you ready.  We’ll take care of that sphenoid in quick order and have you up and about real soon,” the doctor said.

     “I’m so relieved, Dr.  I knew it should be taken care of but I was just too scared to agree,” Mary said.  “Thank you for everything.”

     “Come in,” the doctor stated as someone rapped on the door.

     The nurse came in and asked the doctor what he wanted.

     “Mary, this is Miss O’Neil.  She’ll take you to room 120 and get you in bed.  I’ll leave instructions for her on what she has to do and tomorrow afternoon, we’ll get that sphenoid taken care of,” the doctor said.  “Miss O’Neil, please take Mary to room 120 and put her in bed.  I’ll write up the orders on what I want done.  Thank you.”

     “All right, Mary, you just come with me and we’ll get you settled in a bed.” Nurse O’Neil said.

     As Mary got out of the chair, she stretched her neck around and screamed.  That really hurt and the doctor rushed to her side.  “What is the matter?  Are you going to be all right?” he asked Mary.

     Mary was sitting on the floor in a daze, afraid to move.

     “Oh, Doctor, my neck really hurts.  I hope we can get it done tomorrow.  I’m sorry for putting you through this,” she said.

     Both the doctor and the nurse helped her to her feet and the nurse told her to wait while she got a wheelchair.  The doctor made her sit in a chair to wait, “Are you sure you’ll be all right, now?” he asked.

     “Yes, I didn’t mean to make such a racket,” Mary said, “But that really hurt in my neck.”

     “Well, we’ll take care of it tomorrow afternoon.  Now here is your wheelchair.  You get to bed and stay there, you hear?” he said.

     “Boy I sure will.  I don’t want another spell like that one.” Mary said.  “Okay, Miss O’Neil, let’s go.”

     The doctor moved to the desk as Miss O’Neil wheeled Mary out of the room and down the hall into room 120.  “Here we are, Mary.  Do you think you can make it into bed alone?’ the nurse asked.

     “Boy, I sure don’t know,” Mary answered, as she slowly stood up and started to remove her clothes.  She screamed again when her sweatshirt caught her arm and wouldn’t let her pull it out.  “Oh, no, now what will I do, nurse?” she asked.

     Miss O’Neil looked over everything and said, “I guess we’ll have to cut it off, Mary,” she said.  “I hope you don’t mind?”

     “No, just get me out of here.  Boy, I’ll never wear one of these things again,” Mary cried.

     “Okay, just hold still and I’ll cut it off,” the nurse said. 

     The nurse carefully cut the sleeve and down the side, then up to her neck and asked, “Now do you think you’ll be able to get out of there?” She asked.

     “I’ll sure try,” Mary said as she slipped it off her other shoulder.  “Oh, that sure is a relief to get that off.  I’ll never wear another one, that’s for sure.”

     Mary got into bed and lay down as best she could.  She said, “Thanks so much for being here to help me.  I know I’d never have gotten it off by myself.  Thank you.”

     “Do you want something for pain, Mary?” the nurse asked.

     “I would like something but maybe you better ask the doctor first,” Mary said.

     The nurse left the room and called the doctor and he told her she could give Mary a sleeping pill.  That would help her to sleep better.  Mary was trying to get up when the nurse came back and she asked Mary where she was going.  “Well, I thought I had better use the bathroom before I went to sleep.  You know, I can hardly stay awake,” Mary said as the nurse grabbed her.

     “Here, you sit in the wheelchair and I’ll wheel it near the door.  You sure are weak,” the nurse said.

     “Thanks, nurse, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Mary said.

     “Well, about now, you’d probably be hollering because you fell on the floor,” Nurse O’Neil laughed and patted Mar’s shoulder.  “I came in to give you a pill.”

     “Oh, I’m so glad I came in today.  I don’t think I’d be able to make it tomorrow,” Mary said.

     After the nurse helped her back in bed, Mary took the pill and within five minutes she was sleeping.  The nurse filled in Mary’s chart and then wrote what the doctor had said about getting Mary ready for her operation.

     At 6:30 A.M. and 8:00 A.M. Mary was still sleeping and finally the nurse called the doctor, “But, Dr. Spell, Mary isn’t responding to our calls.  She’s been sleeping since six last evening.  What should I do?”

     The doctor said he’d be over to look at Mary right away.  Within 10 minutes he was there and saw Mary was in a coma, “Nurse, please get Mary ready for surgery, now,” and he ran out to the doctor’s lounge, grabbed his surgery things and changed.  The nurse pushed Mary by on her way to surgery and the doctor was ready within ten minutes.  “Poor girl,” he said, “If she’d have been home, she’d be a goner.”

     He carefully rolled Mary over on her side and he could see the puff of the sphenoid coming to the surface.  He took charge of getting everything ready and within minutes he was cutting into her neck.  He performed the operation in record time and with every bit of expertise.  Then he said, “Close her neck, will you John?” and he noticed it was past 12:30. 

He said, “Man, that took longer than we anticipated.  I sure hope it does the trick.”

     In two hours he was in Mary’s room again.  She was still in a coma but he was hoping she’d be all right.  He went back to the doctor’s lounge and sat down in a recliner.  He put his feet up and lay back, thinking about Mary, It was such a relief she had come in to see him yesterday.  What would have happened if she hadn’t come in?  She’d be lying in bed until this thing killed her.  He would call her son and ask him to come take her home with him.  She needed a good place to live and then he was sleeping again.

     He slept for two hours and awoke with a start.  My gosh, he had better go in to see Mary and he was up out of the recliner without thinking about it and he hurried down the hall to Mary’s room.  He listened outside her door because he wasn’t sure he was hearing right.  That was Mary’s voice singing, “Our Father,” wasn’t it?  He pushed open the door a little ways and saw Mary sitting up in bed.  He called the nurse to come into Mary’s room and he hurried over to have Mary lay down.  “Hello, Mary.  It’s good to see you awake.  How are things feeling this morning?” the doctor asked her questions but she didn’t answer, she just kept singing.

     The nurse entered the room and took one look at Mary and asked the doctor what she should give her.  He said, “I’m a little afraid to give her anything but maybe liquid Tylenol and for God’s sake, tie her hands down.  She’ll be ripping out the stitches.”

     “Yes, Doctor,” the nurse said as she left the room and was soon back.  She gave Mary a spoonful of Tylenol and efficiently tied her arms down.  “My gosh, Doctor, what made her do this?” the nurse asked.

     “Well, I don’t really know.  Maybe it’s a sign to let us know she’ll be all right or maybe it’s a sign to let us know she’ll not be all right.  I really don’t know,” and the doctor sat in the chair in Mary’s room and waited.  He fell asleep again and soon was awaked by Mary tapping him on the head.

     “Oh, Mary, are you all right?  You’ve given us quite a scare,” he quit talking when he saw Mary’s hand tapping the bed.  “What is it, Mary/”

     Mary kept tapping the bed like she wanted something but he couldn’t make out what it was.  He went to the door and called out, “Nurse O’Neil, would you come in here, please?”

     “Nurse, what is wrong with her tapping all the time,” the doctor asked.

     The nurse watched Mary for a few minutes and then asked the doctor to please wait outside while she used the bed pan.

     That done, Nurse O’Neil asked the doctor back in and told him that Mary was starting to come back around.  The doctor looked at Mary and said, “Thank God.  I’m sure she has needed this for a long time.  Every time those quacks gave her a neck treatment and fixed her up, it got a little worse.  I sure hope she pulls through Okay,” the doctor said.  “I’ll sit with her for a little while, yet.”

     The nurse went out and Dr. Spell sat down next to Mary’s bed.  He pushed her hair off her forehead and took her hand and held it.  “You know, Mary, I kind of like you.  You better hurry up and get well so you can leave here before I become too attached to you,” he smiled and held her hand.

     He kissed her fingertips and then admonished himself for being such a fool.  She probably had a lot of men friends all ready and he covered her up real good and sat back.  He was surprised to see her hand creep out of the covers and reach for him.  He took her hand again and she lay still and comfortable.  After a half hour, he got up and said he had to stretch his legs, but he’d be back.  He went out in the hallway and stopped to talk with the nurse, then he went down to the doctor’s lounge and went to the bathroom.  Then he made himself a cup of tea.  He drank half when the nurse came in and said he better go to room 120.  He wanted to know why but she would not tell him.  He hurried to room 120 and as he opened the door, Mary was sitting up in bed.  She slowly said, “We made it, Dr. Spell.”

     “Well, my goodness.  Do you ever look good.  How are you feeling?” he asked.

     “My neck hurts, some,” she answered slowly, “But I won’t complain.  You did a marvelous job.”

     “Well, I am very happy to hear you say that.  Now, it won’t be to long and you’ll be up and out of here.  This is great,” the doctor said.

     “Can you eat supper with me?  I told Nurse O’Neil she could bring your supper here, too.  Hope you don’t mind?” Mary said slowly.

     “No, that is all right.  I’m a little hungry, anyway,” and the doctor sat down beside her bed.  “You know, all your troubles start tomorrow.  You’ll have a lot of tests and exercises to do.”

     Mary shook her head ‘yes’ and was happy that she could shake her head, if only a little bit.