Why I irrationally hate Surgery (Patreon)

Hey there, wow was that rough! I've made it through and although I still feel as if I've been hog tied and beaten with sacks of doorknobs I'll be back in business shortly!

I know many people may have had to deal with this or perhaps other surgeries in the past but this is the first surgery I've ever had and for someone that avoids hospitals/medicine as much as I do it really took a toll on me, I don't even take over the counter pain killers or headache pills or anything usually so to have the whole IV / General Anaesthetic, surgery and load of other nonsense that comes with surgery really took a massive toll, I've been in and out of fevers for the last 3 days but it appears that the final fever has broken and I'm on my way back to being my usual self, so why is it that I dislike surgery so much? Simple, my brother was killed by a surgeon.

I don't often talk about personal things on my channel or here since I firstly don't think many people are interested in personal struggles, I know everyone has their own personal issues, tragedies and trials to face on a daily basis and so I prefer to offer something useful to you as in some advice, adventure or entertainment, hopefully something that helps and me telling stories about my personal life certainly isn't useful to anyone, but I thought I'd let you know about this since it is an event that shaped my life in a certain way and taught me to cope with the harsh realities of life and death at a relatively early age.

My brother Miles was a wonderful and joyful boy, I was the eldest of 3 siblings and as such was taught to look after and to be a role model to them, my sister I never got along with (still to this day) but I loved my brother and we would do all the usual things that brothers do together.

The thing is, he was born with a heart condition, not fatal but it affected his health and prevented him from doing overly physical activities, other than that he was completely normal and sharp as a tack, the doctors had advised that he get surgery done to fix the issue in order to improve his quality of life and that if the surgery wasn't done that he would face "worse complications" later on in life.

So my parents trusted the doctor's advice (my mother worked for this particular doctor a "heart specialist" in Cape-Town as his secretary for several years before we had moved to Johannesburg). The time came and he and my mother got on the plane from Johannesburg to Cape-Town where the heart specialist surgery was to take place and I never saw him again.

He was 7 years old at the time and I was 13.

I don't know if I have ever fully dealt with it, but it was a harsh life lesson that still to this day has me wary of surgery of any kind and hospitals and doctors too... what irony that I ended up marrying a doctor ;)

That is the long and the short of it, I spared you a lot of detail but all I can say is that the death of a loved one or a near death experience always reminds us of what's important and what is just nonsense.

I want to take this opportunity to thank each and every one of you who support me here on Patreon, you have helped me get through this and many other ordeals, you have helped me support my wife and beautiful daughter and for that I am eternally grateful. I will not stop, I will not ever stop making videos as long as you keep watching them! 

- Stay Awesome

SerpentZA