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I miss my left brow

Ever since my 2nd or 3rd head surgery years ago, I lost all ability to move my left brow other than the part closest to the center of my face, but that only moves because it's lifted by my right brow. It's still got hair though, before you ask. And still has feeling. I just can't move it.

So instead of making a 😳 I'm stuck with a perpetual 🤨

So, like... 🤨 Ah! You scared me! 🤨 That's amazing! 🤨 No way! 🤨 Oh my gods, thank you!

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The time where I felt the most claustrophobic

I don't know why I remember the experience of having to undergo head surgery would be ironically concealed in my brain when I reckoned it'd be the faintest memory my mind could ever conjure. The summer of 2015 had just begun, and I've just graduated and completed my studies in gradeschool. The thought of having to move up to high-school was frightening to remember as it was, and is still, widely known to be the stage of substantial maturity. It was less than two months away from the excitement and terrors my life would had to accustom. However, two months was all too far since, almost frighteningly so, it was less than a month away from the most-awaited surgery that would scar me for life– literally.

"I'm going to die", dramatic words that were uttered from my dramatic brain. I knew what I was about to face. I knew that within the week I was admitted in the hospital, I would miraculously go out, if ever I might, unhinged with slight transformations on my head. The first day of sinking onto the unfamiliar hospital bed felt uncomfortable as it did, in which my nagging self only exacerbated that unwanted feeling of having to stay away from home. But I wanted it done, right there in an instant. I didn't let the discomfort of staying in the hospital catch the discomfort of enduring the long duration of having a tumor (yes, but a benign one). By then, I had already imagined of what the operation room would look like as I was munching onto my day-to-day junk food that's conveniently bought outside of the hospital. I felt so confined in the room that I had to wait for the kind nurses to leave, only for me to follow shortly after. Obviously, patients are being put in a condition where they could not actively go outside, but I was physically aware enough to do otherwise. Buying and eating at local fast-food chains near the hospital was very telling of my spiteful behavior, but it was completely nothing to worry about since I still maintained consumptions so nutritious that I deliberately thought it would counteract the unhealthy amount I've swallowed before.

My assigned surgeon had finally made his appearance, since he was jampacked with appointments that resulted into the delay of the surgery. The curiosity of having to understand what the conversations between my parents and the doctor was about– my MRI results, prescribed medicines etc.– expanded. There's nothing I feared more as a callow youth than having to know what was about to happen next. Ever since I've been injected with high-concentrated dextrose into my bloodstream, numerous times in fact, I jittered at every "medical" act they would perform on my feeble body. As I was injected with anesthesia, I held firmly onto my rosary and begged that I would escape a silly death. With every second that ticked accompanied loud beats that came from my chest. My thoughts were floating in an empty space that it unleashed a horrifying experience of being confined once again. I've never been more claustrophobic as I was the previous days that I could only simultaneously manage to keep my composure until the surgery would soon commence.

The anesthesia was finally kicking in and they were patiently waiting for me to get knocked out at any given second. At some point, my claustrophobic thoughts contined to frighten me and the next thing I knew, the operation successfully concluded. I realized it succeeded quickly as I could earnestly remember how I postitioned myself prior to my deep sleep. My head was wrapped around a thick tourniquet that kept the wound from extremely bleeding. I had no sooner been sent back to my room after 30 minutes of being consciously awake. I was pretending to be asleep once I entered the room so I could listen to the pitying remarks my relatives gave as they witnessed their child had just undergone surgery. I came back home the day after and wasn't as unhinged as I thought I would be. Generally, everything still felt normal as it did, except that I contemplated of the life that would unfold after such event.

No wonder this certain memory of mine wasn't that hard at all to recollect, since it sank down beneath the thoughts that were rather hard to exactly remember. I am often reminded of the scar I carry by those who are so wary about it. And it must have been due to this aspect that dragged along the explanation of how and why it happened in conjunction with this memory that I long thought was erased from my head.

#core memory #head surgery

Skull base surgery is done to treat problems like brain tumor, or any growth which is present at the base of skull. Patient is advised to get skull base surgery if he or she has chronic symptoms like headache, dizziness, hearing loss, facial paralysis, facial pain, etc. Before skull base surgery is done, MRI or CT scan is done to diagnose the exact location of disease. To know more, click below-

Skull Base Surgery

#health #head surgery #skull base surgery #head injury #head trauma #skull fracture #headache #dizziness #coma #brain tumor

Skull base surgery is done to treat certain problems like brain tumor, or a growth which may be present at the skull base. Patient is advised to get a skull base surgery done in case of the presence of long-term or chronic symptoms like headache, dizziness, hearing loss, facial paralysis, facial pain, etc. Before a skull base surgery is performed, a MRI or CT scan is done to diagnose the exact location of disease. To know more, click on the link below: