What hospitals and barbershops have in common is that these are the last places I want to go. The latter is because getting a haircut is really a hassle, although I always shave the simplest short haircut, the former is believed to be disliked by normal people. Adam did the surgery very well, I know how it feels.
The first time I entered the operating room was acute appendicitis in the first year of junior high school. In fact, there was not much fear or worry at that time, because the doctor did not give me time to worry at all. It's not a big fuss to feel a stomachache after eating a hearty lunch in the summer, but it's worth the family's nervousness to feel the pain all afternoon, all the medicines that have been taken are spit out, and the pain continues for one night. The next day, I went to the hospital for an examination. The doctor pressed the button on my stomach and asked, and then came to a very concise conclusion, "Acute appendicitis, operate immediately." After the formalities, I sat in the ward with me and waited for the doctor to call. This operation is very common and I am familiar with it. My mother had surgery for appendicitis not long after I was born, and I grew up on milk powder (of course, milk powder was still very nutritious and healthy at that time). So when I was a child, when my mother told me about enduring pain, she would give her example. When the anesthesia was withdrawn, everyone else would yell and scream. My mother gritted her teeth and didn't say a word.
The truth is that mother didn't have time to tell me her story again, and I didn't have time to be afraid, so the doctor came in and led me into the operating room. Cecal resection is a minor operation, so it is generally under half anesthesia, that is, the patient remains awake throughout the operation. The anaesthetic had to be pushed into the spine from behind, and it was the biggest syringe I had ever seen in my life. I didn't say a word at that time (probably inherited my mother's stubbornness), although the pain was so painful that the tears came out on their own. The next thing became more interesting. Ten minutes after the anesthesia, the doctor took a needle into my abdomen and chest and asked if I could feel it. The anesthesia had actually worked, but I was worried that it wasn't enough. It wouldn't hurt to die when my stomach was opened, so I lied that I still felt it. After another ten minutes, the operation started after getting my nod. There are quite a few doctors, a chief surgeon, a deputy, a nurse and an anesthesiologist. The anaesthetist did one thing from start to finish, which was to chat with me to keep me awake and not fall asleep. The anesthesia worked very well, I only felt something in my stomach being pulled a few times, like my intestines. So I asked the anesthesiologist: "Are you ready?" He smiled and said, "Okay?! It's just the beginning, just cut the incision." (Then the anesthesiologist is really honest enough, to be honest, he didn't even consider mine Feeling)
Time passed slowly and I started to get sleepy, but every time I was about to fall asleep, the anaesthetist would slap me on the face and wake up again. Later, I felt more and more cold, so I was a little worried about whether I was going to die (I watched too many movies, the fact is that the air conditioner in the operating room was low). I just want to see the nameplate of the anesthesiologist. Even if I die, I have to know who you are who keeps slapping me. (The anger is really not small)
As a result, the entire operation took two and a half hours, setting a record for the longest cecal resection in the hospital. The moment I got out of the operation, I had a thought, it was so warm and I could finally sleep. I slept until six or seven o'clock in the evening, woke up, and woke up with pain. The effect of the anesthetic gradually receded, and the pain of the knife edge filled his entire brain. Lying down was particularly uncomfortable, and the pain eased slightly when I sat up. I was very tired on the back of the bed, and finally leaned against my father's back. It was late at night, the whole hospital was quiet, and the pain became more and more intense. Mom screamed when she said it hurt, I didn't say anything, just held her and Dad's hands tightly. At dawn, I fell asleep in a daze.
Dad is definitely a strict father, and I have always been afraid of him. But the broad back I leaned against that night reminded me years later that it was no longer fear.
Before and after the operation, I lost 10 pounds all of a sudden, and then of course, it went up like crazy for several years.
In my sophomore year of high school, when I learned that I might have the second surgery in my life, the words "people are drifting in the rivers and lakes, how can they not get a knife" for the first time in my mind. (I still don’t understand why this sentence is, but it is quite suitable for self-deprecating, XD)
Due to academic stress and the impact of gallbladder removal surgery, my family advocates using traditional Chinese medicine first, and then considers surgery after the college entrance examination. . Gallstones usually take many years of accumulation to form, most patients are after forty, and it took me only seventeen years to form a gallstone with a diameter of more than one centimeter (I have to admire my stomach, but this It did not break the hospital record this time, and a 14-year-old boy also had an operation for this before).
The doctor ordered the taboo of eating and emphasized that you should not be tired, but you should pay attention to what you eat, but it is difficult to define the scope of the word tired. If you are not careful, you will get sick. The worst thing is that the disease only occurs at night. The only way to relieve pain is to hang water to reduce inflammation, but it will take several hours for the medicine to take effect, and the effect is not obvious. So in the evening self-study class, I often became the most leisurely one in the classroom. When everyone was writing and writing, I would lie on my stomach, and then get up early the next morning to make up for it. But there are times when I can't bear it, and I still haven't fallen asleep after one o'clock in the middle of the night (in most cases, the pain is so exhausting that I fall asleep due to exhaustion). In the end, I had to go to the emergency room. After hanging up the water, it was nearly five o'clock. I went back to sleep for an hour and got up to catch the school bus to school. On the monthly test that day, the head teacher was one of the language invigilators. I answered the questions as quickly as possible, wrote an essay, and then slept in front of her for half an hour. (Why do I feel so proud when I think of this passage?) After the exam, I took a day off to make up for sleep. It was expected that I got a C grade in chemistry, and a strange 98 in physics. (I am completely convinced that I am suitable for studying physics, not chemistry.)
That year, there was an earthquake in Sichuan on 512. Later, the stone stuck in the mouth of my bile duct, and then the Olympic Games opened. Spain's matchup, the Chinese team collapsed in the fourth quarter, and then my mother couldn't watch it anymore, so I went to the operating room again.
In junior high school, it took less than three hours from the doctor's notification to the operation, but this time it has been almost three months. Before the operation, I did a comprehensive check-up, and my parents accompanied me through all the laboratory departments of the hospital. After handing in all the reports and waiting for the doctor's notice in the ward, a large group of people surrounded me, the whole atmosphere was very tense, and I suddenly thought of death. I also think of this word many times when I have a late onset of pain and I have no energy, but I have never been afraid, always believing that my life is hard. This time I wasn't so sure. The ward was too depressing. I took my mother out and walked in the corridor. After walking for a while, I felt my feet go soft for no reason, and I couldn't even stand up, but all of a sudden it got better. Mom asked if it was because I didn't eat, but I don't know. We didn't speak after that, and when we walked to the middle of the corridor, the afternoon sun directly shone on our body, which was very warm. When I returned to the ward, I secretly said to myself, I want to live. After the sedative, the doctor told me to go to the operating room by myself, and my family followed to the door. The moment the door closed, I heard Mom shout, "Son, come on!"
Well, I will.
The operation was under general anesthesia. The anesthesiologist injected the anesthetic directly into the potion, and my eyelids instantly became heavy. But I resisted desperately to keep them from closing. Then the anesthesiologist was surprised when he saw it, "Ah? Why haven't you fallen asleep yet?" ---
All senses disappeared, and the world was far away from me.
I woke up in a daze to hear my mother's voice, crying for no reason. When my mother saw me crying, she cried too, choked up: "Son, don't cry, I can't help it even if you cry." I stopped immediately after hearing this, and everyone laughed. But I was puzzled, I kept thinking about why I was crying, there was no reason. Where have I been for those two and a half hours, I don't remember anything.
I haven't found a definite answer to this question yet, but I thought to myself - during that time, I went to see the King of Hell, but he thought I was too thin, couldn't do any physical work for him, and wasn't smart enough, so he let me go Come back and collect me when I'm fat and not so stupid. If so, then I will continue to live well.
When certain things happen at certain times, some changes in life will follow. Even if you haven't personally experienced this, you'll know it by watching a lot of movies. Life and death itself is a 50/50 matter, 0-100 is just a matter of probability theory, and has no decisive impact on life and death. No matter how bad or how good the situation is, I have a 50% win rate. You want it or you don't want it, it's all there.
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