Last year, I spent a lot of time in the hospital with my seriously ill father, and several times I saw my father being pushed into the intensive care unit, and I was more afraid than helpless outside.
Staying in the hospital for a long time also made me suffer from severe anxiety disorders, going to the hospital, taking the bus, taking the subway, taking the elevator, there was always an inexplicable anxiety and mania in my heart. My father finally left in pain, but unexpectedly, only half a year later, I also walked into the hospital and was also sent to the terrible intensive care unit.
School annual physical examination, high blood lipids, I have long been accustomed to, but still pay attention to the mouth, pay attention to the feet, always remind themselves of health. However, in January this year, my blood lipids and triglycerides were seriously exceeded, which made me a little nervous. Although I don't know what the specific harm is, I know in my heart that this is not a good thing, so I have to start taking lipid-lowering drugs.
On the night of the 25th, in the middle of the night, I suddenly felt chest tightness, and even pain, tossing and turning, lovers helping to pat and beat were useless, tossing and turning for an hour or two after stopping, the next day during the day chest still had a feeling of stuffiness from time to time. Helplessly, I came to the hospital. The doctor listened to my description and basically concluded that it was angina pectoris, thinking that it was very dangerous and had to be hospitalized immediately, which made me very uncomfortable. After an electrocardiogram, blood test, and medication, the doctor still strongly demanded that I be hospitalized immediately, saying that my condition was serious. I don't believe it, after all, I have always paid attention to health, and this little problem can't scare me. I called my brother, who was so shocked that he urged me to follow the doctor's advice and be hospitalized immediately. But I still have to go to work, especially the hospital environment makes me even more unbearable, I am very hesitant.
On the morning of the 27th, I went to the hospital to get the blood test results. On closer inspection, the cold data interrupted my last fluke: a heart attack! After my brother learned of the situation, the phone call did not stop, strongly demanding that I be hospitalized immediately, and even blamed my lover for not coming to accompany me. I couldn't calm down, so I had no choice but to go through the hospitalization procedures, and I went straight to live in at noon. I have never lived in a hospital for more than forty years, nor have I ever had a cold, but I didn't expect that now...
I took the blood in the afternoon and went home with nothing to do.
At six o'clock in the morning of the 28th, my lover accompanied me to the hospital to draw blood for tests, test defecation, and also did cardiac ultrasound, the results were normal, I thought there was nothing to do, and I went home. Unexpectedly, I received a call from the hospital halfway through: I had to return to the injection immediately and could not get out of bed for 24 hours. I was dumbfounded: For me, who has always pursued freedom and does not like to be restrained, doesn't this mean my life? My brother ordered me to return to the hospital immediately on the phone. Oh, it was unlucky, I had to go back, sleep in peace, and accompany my lover. "A few days ago I was still running in the park, and today I have to lie in the ward, and I still need someone to serve, especially 24 hours, how difficult it is to stay up on this day..." Think about it, it is not a taste in your heart.
After one night in the ward, there was still a little pain in my chest, but it was much milder than before. The doctor instructed the doctor to perform contrast surgery after the injection of the syrup. 4 hours finally came to an end. I was told to go to the operating room at noon, but I didn't expect to wait for more than two hours before stepping into the operating room. Full of heart, nervous, I have always been very afraid of injections, I did not expect to lie on the operating table at this time, very nervous, I can only clench my fists, let the slaughter, everything is resigned to fate.
The knife cut through the artery at the pulse, and the sharp pain made me extremely frightened, and the tears were about to fall. The surgeon chatted with me while operating, and they asked me about my profession and family, and I forced myself to calm down and talk to them. Although it is a local anesthesia, the pain of the knife moving slowly along the arm is still very obvious. I endured severe pain and discomfort, clenched my teeth, was highly nervous, and waited for the needle to follow the artery in my right arm, all the way to the coronary artery where the heart was located...
After a few tens of minutes, the surgeon told me that a coronary artery had been blocked by 95% of the blood vessels, and that it had to be operated on and signed by the family. I was shocked: I didn't expect to suffer from such a serious disease at such a young age. However, it is also full of doubts: the pain is only at the pulse of more than ten centimeters, how can the needle unconsciously reach the heart part? I dare not ask. The surgeon told me that it was now possible to place the drug-bearing balloon from the original line, stretch the blood vessel open, and the blood could be squirted. As soon as I heard that it was not profound, easy to achieve, and I also learned that there were no side effects, did not affect normal life, and even proper exercise, which reassured me, I agreed, and my left hand once again clutched the edge of the operating table. More than half an hour passed, and I had been anxiously waiting for the balloon to be delivered to the heart, and I was mentally prepared to endure severe pain. Unexpectedly, in the end, the surgeon actually said that the operation was very successful! All of them also clapped their hands together to celebrate. This makes me wonder: is the operation just like this? I'm thankful that the "ghost door" doesn't seem to be scary either.
After the operation, the nurses pushed me straight into the intensive care unit, and my lover was outside to help me pack my clothes and mobile phone. I really did not expect that I sent my father into this place several times, and now I even want to come in, if the operating table is called a ghost door, then it is not too much to call it hell, and I feel infinite fear and anxiety again.
Here, except for people coming in, nothing else can be brought, especially the inside is completely closed, except for more than two dozen beds, lying on the same patients as me, the other is a group of busy nurse ladies; in addition to the moaning, manic sounds, nurses' advice, and from time to time from outside the sound of relatives tearing their hearts and lungs crying, the rest is a dead silence and dull. The hell is that you can't bring your mobile phone, you are not allowed to get out of bed, and everything you eat and drink is solved by a nurse or nurse.
I did not have any discomfort, but the wrist surgery wound was a section, was tied to dozens of bandages by death, and then because of swelling, worried about blood spurting out, the doctor then used a square wood nearby to suppress the arterial blood vessels and then bind, as if it was clamped by the vise dead, the entire forearm was completely broken, and the pain and numbness, the pain was unbearable, and the palms were all bruised and unable to move. I heard that it was necessary to tie up for four to six hours, and it was better to live than to die, and it was painful to live.
How did you live this day? I was full of loss. Last year, I suffered from anxiety disorders in the hospital to accompany my father, and I was afraid when I saw the hospital and the ward, and now I have to experience it myself, which gives me a lot of torture and suffering. However, thinking that it would be difficult to get through the night, I still had to calm down and try to get through. I inadvertently learned that the nurse was also from Youxian County, and finally had someone who could communicate. Soon I found that a patient who was about the same age as me in the next bed was also a fellow countryman, so the three of them chatted inside. However, because I can't get out of bed, I can only greet and communicate loudly from a distance of more than ten meters. It seemed that the fellow was more anxious than I was, and always begged the nurse to call his wife to bring the mobile phone. But the phone was taken away by the nurse after a few phone calls (he later told me that he stayed in it for more than 50 hours, and although he had two mobile phones, handed one in, and left one to hide in the quilt to watch, he was still found to have been taken in).
In the evening, a sick friend was sent from afar, who should be in his sixties, and he was very dissatisfied with being sent here, and he kept throwing tantrums, learning that he was also from Youxian County, and the three of them occasionally chatted. The nurse left work at eight o'clock, too far away to chat inconvenient, I had to ask the nurse for books to read, fortunately there are a lot of "miniature novels" and "story clubs" here, I slowly turned over, to pass this boring tonight... Finally after four hours, I couldn't wait to call the doctor to remove the bandage. Finally relieved, I was greatly relieved, although I still had to tie, but it was more relaxed, and it was much better.
Fortunately, I fell asleep intermittently last night, and I am very fortunate that the night has finally passed. I woke up at six o'clock this morning for a check-up, and my blood pressure, blood sugar, and heart rate were normal. The doctors came to check at eight o'clock, and they didn't seem to care about me, maybe my situation was more optimistic than others, and I didn't dare to ask anything. When I thought I could escape this hell this morning, my fellow told me to keep it under at least 72 hours of supervision! I was taken aback, very lost, very uncomfortable, and I couldn't believe that I couldn't stand it anyway, and I would forcibly escape from here. I got out of bed, put on my shoes, and got everything ready...
After a while, Miss Nurse came to draw blood. She told me that I would be able to move to the general ward later, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, and asked the nurse to help call her family to report that she was safe, the indicators were normal, there were no adverse reactions after the operation, the chest pain and chest tightness were gone, and everything felt good. At nine o'clock, my lover came, she helped move things and signed, and the nurse pushed me back to the ordinary ward, and finally I was relieved, and I was very happy. Next, the blood was measured, the electrocardiogram was done, and everything was normal.
After a day of observation in the hospital, I returned to the classroom with a needle in my hand and gave the students half an hour of health education.
The fear on the operating table, the suffering in the intensive care unit, was not as painful as I thought; in the few days of hospitalization, I never treated myself as a patient, but only restricted a little freedom; in the ward, I talked and laughed with doctors, nurses, and patients, and came to the hospital just to do maintenance on the road of life. Early discovery, early treatment, not only wake up after blocking my mouth, letting go of my legs, but also can not stay up late, but also let me have the determination and confidence to start a new life, rekindle new hopes, perhaps, life for another fifty years will not be a dream! (Text Photo / Art for Joy)