On June 8, 2020, after a long time, I finally decided on the operation at the doctor's suggestion (in view of privacy, I won't say what the operation is). As a super contradiction, all kinds of trade-offs are entangled. In fact, according to the doctor, it is important to avoid risks and rule out this possibility. Conservative treatment was also performed before operation. Sometimes I wonder if I didn't drink the internal medicine regularly during conservative treatment, the time period didn't meet the highest requirements of the doctor's advice, or all kinds of external medicine and uncertain massage and stretching therapy didn't stick to it on time ... but maybe it was the bitter words of internal medicine, external medicine and massage therapy, which took time and effort, maybe it was just because they were lazy, maybe they didn't immediately endanger their lives, or for other reasons, they didn't stick to it well.
When I first heard the doctor's advice about the operation, I felt helpless and scared. The reason for this performance is mainly because I don't have a comprehensive and profound understanding of this matter and have no relevant knowledge reserves. Of course, I also have less experience, so I search for various answers online. But how can I put it? When I put all kinds of doctors' and patients' answers together, it didn't reduce my confusion. On the contrary, I had a certain understanding of this matter and reduced my fear. Later, I discussed with the doctor and adopted the doctor's surgical advice, which was made after doctors, network, colleagues, friends and family members in various hospitals fully understood the situation. The final choice of hospital is also based on friends, online advice and on-site personal experience. After all, peace of mind and trust are very important in this process.
After consulting the doctor, I'm still struggling. I'm not sure if it's right or wrong. I'm still struggling. The operation is expected in the middle and late June. Because I want to avoid the physiological period, and it is within the 7-day validity period of nucleic acid, the doctor kindly told me to come back when the physiological period came, let me avoid the physiological period, keep accounts during the validity period of the operation, and left me a landline phone number, and of course her work WeChat. Honestly, I am.
Because the nucleic acid test is carried out in an emergency, I don't need to come over during working hours, so I don't have to spend my poor annual leave. Next, I went to the emergency room to do accounting check on a weekday night, bypassed the straight outdoor road and the winding indoor porch, found the fever clinic, and the nurse wearing super strict protective equipment began to collect accounting throat swabs and reminded me that my throat would itch a little. Well, compared with the pain, it's totally acceptable, that's what I think in my heart. After the collection, I was given a guide to check the results written by a marker, saying that it was expected that there would be results tomorrow. If the corresponding departments need paper results, they need to come to the hospital to print the corresponding results. At 3: 05 in the morning, I received the accounting exam results. Well, just make sure you can make an appointment with the surgeon and ward within seven days.
There was no reply from June 12 to June 15, so I called the hospital. The triage doctor said there was no ward yet, so we had to wait. But I was caught off guard when I received the admission notice on Wednesday night. I really came a little fast, mainly because I have a project, so I plan to leave after finishing the project. I am drunk. If I finish this project, I will be put on the bed. On Tuesday night, I added the night shift (first, because the project was in a hurry, and second, for the sake of) and went back to pack toiletries, clothes and so on. The work is almost zero.
/kloc-in June of 0/7, I got up at 6: 30 in the morning and went out to take the subway after 7: 00. The subway to the city center is very crowded. It used to take 50 minutes to drive, but this time it took an hour and a half. Carrying two bags is heavy. I applied for admission and paid the fee the night before. After I came to the hospital, I began to look for the inpatient department of the relevant department. Due to epidemic prevention, many passes are closed, and my sense of direction is very poor. It took me 40 minutes to find my destination. Fill in the personal information and admission instructions at the triage nurse, read through all the information and start weighing. Then the nurse helped put on the bracelet and went to the already arranged ward to wait for various inspections. When you get to the ward, you will find that the last patient is still there, so the bed is really tight. 12 later, the last patient went through the discharge formalities and got a bed after lunch. As for blood drawing, we waited 1 several hours after arriving in the ward. 10 or so, the nurse came to draw blood and took a few 10 ml. When the nurse inserted the needle, she chose the right arm at first, but later she couldn't find the back position and changed it to the left arm. I was a little nervous. I told the nurse about the painful experience of drawing blood from the back of my hand before. Under great pressure, she still found the right position and said "life in a big city is not easy" when I was sad and nervous. This is really sweet, I want to cry ... thank you very much for your gentle blood drawing. After drawing blood and shaving, the escort led the last group of friends admitted to the hospital to another building for various preoperative examinations. Soon, most of the tests were finished before noon, and they returned to the ward. The aunt in bed was still infusion, and left when his wife had lunch together. It's past 12: 30. Sitting on the bench, eating the lean meat and green vegetables lunch sent by the canteen, waiting for the cleaning aunt to change the sheets. It's already 1: 30, and it's less than 2: 00 in the afternoon. The aunt who accompanied me came to call me and Sister Lemon next to me (calling her Sister Lemon because we went to buy lemons we smelled after the operation). After the examination, go back to bed before 3 o'clock, and then the doctor will talk about the anesthesia plan and the operation plan. After consulting many questions from the doctor, I confirmed the information, but I was very nervous and asked back and forth several times about the consequences of various possibilities. At dinner, Sister Lemon and I went outside to pack a barbecued pork rice and eggs with loose bowels, many of which were delicious.
/kloc-On the morning of June, 0/8, Brother two dog came to the hospital early, and I woke up after 6 o'clock, because my aunt in the next bed got up really early. At 8 o'clock, the doctor came to make rounds and asked his family to sign the consent form for the operation. At about 9 o'clock, I was followed by a doctor in the suburban operating room. Brother two dog went to the operating room to get my slippers back and waited in the ward. I was arranged in the waiting area of the operating room wearing a cotton-padded jacket. The cold in the operating room and my nervousness make me tremble. Tell myself to take a deep breath and not be nervous. But when I signed the consent form, my hands were still shaking uncontrollably. After a few minutes in the waiting area, someone called me and said that I could enter the operating room. I got up and crossed the corridor and turned left into the operating room. Seeing several doctors drinking water outside, they looked relaxed and happy. At this time, I still tell myself to take a deep breath and relax. I told the doctor that I was shaking, and I don't know if I was too nervous. The anesthesiologist told me that the operating room was too cold.
Ready to start the operation, the doctor is confirming the location of the mark, and I have been telling the doctor where to make the mark. The director is still drinking water from a thermos. I think it is necessary to drink hot water in this somewhat cold environment. The doctor asked me to mop clothes, and after I read the guide, I said I would take them all off (otherwise why don't we wear underwear? ) I'm going to unbutton my pants, and the anesthesiologist says I don't need it. Oh, I was so worried. Lying on the operating bed, the doctor tucked me in and began to inject anesthesia needles. It was very painful at first, so I couldn't bear to tell the doctor that it was too painful, and described the tingling feeling. The doctor said it's okay, just bear with it. That's what anesthesia is like. Tell me to sleep. When my eyes blinked slowly, I vaguely heard the anesthesiologist tell his assistant that when I started the injection, you could prepare the instrument.
I don't know how long it took, but I woke up with "Uncle, Uncle, wake up, wake up" in my ear. I looked at the wall of the room with something similar to a laboratory manual, and I could still read the words clearly. I found myself completely covered. I saw from the corner of my eye that there were three beds on the left, all lying down. I don't know if it's the strength of anesthetic, but I'm still a little sleepy. I'm just "Uncle, wake up". Brother two dog is waiting for me in the ward, and Sister Lemon is not beside me. She didn't leave until around 23 pm. The nurse came over and said that I didn't eat for six hours, so I lay down, didn't eat or drink, wasn't thirsty or hungry, and accompanied my aunt to put lemon peel on her oxygen-absorbing nose. It is said that it will be more comfortable. I don't know what the scientific principle is, but it smells really good. In the afternoon, Brother two dog went out to eat and brought me bread in the evening, but I felt that I couldn't eat. The whole person did not dare to turn over, so he lay flat for fear of injury. I ate some bread in the evening, and with the help of my accompanying aunt, I barely took a bath and brushed my teeth. I slept on my back all night, afraid to turn over. I am tired and wake up at dawn. Aunt next door went out to have soup, and it was only half past six when she came back. She told us that she was happy to help us and told us to eat for eight hours. She spoke proudly in Cantonese and Mandarin, and taught us some life experiences. To tell the truth, I said I was very happy.
/kloc-in June of 0/9, after various Chinese medicine physiotherapy and infusion, I was ready to go through the discharge formalities. I took six sick days and stayed at home for a while, thanking two dog for his meticulous care and the concern of parents, relatives and friends.
This diary dragged on for a long time and finally came to an end. After several months of review, everything is normal. May everyone be healthy and love themselves? , keep your courage, come on duck ~
Wish Ankang ~