Spontaneous. Thats what the doctor said about my Pneumothorax. So first of all, what the heck is Pneumothorax??? Well i'm not gonna fill this entire post about what this is. Check http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pneumothorax to find out. And I've got this weird Heimlich Chest Drain Valve in me. Thing is, how did all this happen? Let me start from the beginning. It was the 7th of August, last Friday. The band guys and I were preparing for the NDP concert. It was 6.30am. I was just sitting down messing around with the instruments. Shortly after that, I felt somethin wrong, I thought it was heartburn so i went downstairs to get a drink. That entire journey to the canteen and back was an agonising 3 minutes. By the time, i got back into the school hall. The chest pain was at it's peak. I sat down in a nearby chair trying my best not to moan and groan in pain. Let me explain how painful it was. 10 being the i'm gonna die kinda pain and 1 being not pain at all. On that scale of one to 10. It was a 8.5. Any worse and i'd be unconscious. Well, i was brought down to the sickbay. There I was on the sickbay chair, with tears running down my face. I thought i had a heart attack or worse. "I'm almost dead." I was breathless and mind over matter thinking just wouldn't do any good. Teachers were crowding around the sickbay. Within 15 minutes the ambulance came. I was brought to CGH. Changi General Hospital. By then the pain had gone to a 7.5. They did checks and x-rays. I was there for a good 6 hours. The doc told me I seemed quite normal. But, she was wrong. She came back after that saying I suffered a Pneumothorax. My lung leaked basically. Air escaped into a cavity, pressing my lungs. So I had to have a small op. I was brought to some room with old people screaming, making weird noises. So before the op started, a good 6 nurses were there. Okay here is the part i have to say was the most pleasent. So while the main doc was cutting me up, putting that pipe thing in my chest. I was making jokes. Every 5 seconds or so, the nurses were laughing. :D That definitely helped me out to get through the day. Oh and I wasn't making jokes because they were drop dead gorgeous or anything like that, so don't go about getting ideas. So after that not much happened. So back to the present. It's my 6th day since it happened. The pain ain't that bad now. But.... a new problemo came about. If that hole in my lung doesn't heal by tomorrow, I'll have surgery. Keyhole surgery. They are gonna put a small probe in my chest and seal this and that. Goodness gracious me. I don't want surgery.
Jon