Before that surgery in 2020, I always thought I was healthy.
Usually, I do not eat a variety of sweet milk tea and fried foods, eat a healthy digestion, do not insomnia and do not stay up late, in addition to the occasional stomach pain to deduct a little point, I can be called a rare urban health youth.
Until that day in March 2020...
At one o'clock in the morning, a familiar colic came from the abdomen. At that time, I thought that it was a recurrence of stomach disease, so I did not hurry to eat the medicine for stomach pain while thinking," what would I want to eat for breakfast tomorrow?"
But apparently I miscalculated the situation.
This time, I hurt for three days in a row! Turning over in bed every night, you have to hold a pillow and put your fist against your abdomen and lie on your stomach like a puppy to soothe a little.
By the morning of the third day, I noticed that my urine was in a thick black brown color.
I was startled when I washed my hands, and I was in the mirror, with the whites of my eyes cloudy and my face blackened. Looking down again, a yellow glow appeared on both the palms and the abdomen.
I was frightened, but I quickly reassured myself: "It must be because I haven't slept well for two consecutive nights" and "It must be a problem of staying up late."
Despite comforting myself in my heart, my body was very honest, and the hand of "surfing" on the Internet could not stop at all, I endured the pain, and after searching and querying on various platforms for nearly three hours, I had a surprising discovery:
My disease, most likely is not the cause of the stomach, but gallstones?
(My diagnostic report.) Courtesy of the author)
On the fourth day, I went to the hospital early in the morning. After listening to my description, the outpatient doctor quickly prescribed me an urgent examination (normal ultrasound, CT these tests need to be scheduled in advance).
About two hours later, she looked at the soaring physiological and biochemical indicators on the report sheet and solemnly told me that "you must be hospitalized for surgery as soon as possible, otherwise your life is in danger"!
Driven by the four big words "life-threatening", I was hospitalized that afternoon and met my attending doctor.
At that time, I even had the urge to cry and cry, and I wanted to ask the doctor to save me, a poor innocent flower girl, after all, I had never even talked about sweet love! But I tried to hold back.
(Infusion.) Courtesy of the author)
The next day, I was called by the doctor to discuss the treatment plan, and there were three options in front of me:
1. Direct surgery, but you need to drain the T tube for 6 weeks, and then wait for the bile duct to return to normal and be pulled out.
2. First do a cholangioscope to drain the stasis of bile, then do surgery, and then do a cholangioscope to take it out after three months, the advantage of this is that the recovery is relatively fast, and you can go to work a week after surgery.
3. Direct ERCP (endoscopic retrograde cholangiopancreatography) stone removal, and then excision of the lesion, but considering that I am too young, duodenal papillary destruction is afraid of affecting the quality of life in the future, do not consider it for the time being.
At that time, after I briefly combed through with extremely scarce medical knowledge, there was only one entanglement left in my heart: to protect the gall or cut it off.
Friends and classmates around me had almost no medical-related experience, plus the whole country was in control during the epidemic at that time, so I did not tell my family, I endured the pain again, holding my mobile phone to surf the Internet: searching for information, seeing patient consultation cases, and repeatedly wandering in "cutting or not cutting", hesitating.
Cut it, it is said that there will be frequent diarrhea in the future, and there may be hidden dangers of bile duct stones or liver stones; do not cut it, the gallbladder has almost no storage function, if it quietly develops into gallbladder cancer, it will be too late to regret it.
Thinking that I am only 26 years old, it is the age of the wind and prosperity, casually cut off an organ, what to do in the future? So the heart crossed and decided: do not cut!
In order to prevent my thoughts from swaying left and right, I simply watched the women's group talent show and tried my best to stop thinking about it.
The next day, the doctor asked me which one to choose for the operation, and I told him with a firm face, "I want to protect my guts."
My doctor looked at me like an alien creature, but after returning to god, he answered me sincerely: "The surgical plan I gave you is not guts, it is all cut."
……
This is true, last night's traffic was in vain.
So I listened to the doctor re-explain the plan, although I still did not fully understand the difference between several options, but learned that the second plan recovered the fastest, can go to work in a week, for a debt drift because of the failure of the epidemic entrepreneurship, how long it can live in the future is unknown, the most important thing is to go to work as soon as possible to make money quickly.
That's it!
Immediately after finalizing the surgical plan, the doctor immediately made an appointment for my biliary tract mirror insertion of the guide wire drainage that afternoon.
It was so uncomfortable to do a choleshotomy, and despite drinking anesthesia, when the pipe slowly went deep into the throat, in addition to a dull pain, it was accompanied by irrepressible nausea and nausea.
The saliva gushed out uncontrollably, and I felt like a spilled bucket of swill, wiping my saliva while enduring the pain.
I thought it was embarrassing enough, but the attending doctor also asked several intern doctors to watch the live teaching that day.
That afternoon, a total of 7 doctors took me as a sample and studied the real treatment cases of biliary inflammation and stone blockage, and also witnessed a flower girl with a hair that had not been washed for 5 days, with a yellow face and drooling on the operating table.
I didn't understand any of the technical terms they said, and I only hoped that this big society would end soon. Because, the wipes are running out, and if the saliva remains on the operating table and can't be processed, I feel like I'll lose the last bit of decency as a patient in front of the doctor.
At the end, the girlfriend said with a surprised face: "It's so fast, it's only twenty minutes", but I feel like lying on the operating table for a whole century.
Finally, after 2 hours of infusion, the urine came again, and this time I was pleasantly surprised to find that the color of the urine had become normal, and it was a light transparent yellow!
I was quietly happy in the bathroom alone for a long time, and it was also the most comfortable time in the hospital for such a long time.
On the fifth day of hospitalization, the third day after cholangioscopy, I had a gallbladder removal surgery.
The fateful moment has arrived!
During the 8:30 surgery, I got up at 6 o'clock to tidy up and undo the stool for the first time. It's no secret, it's my first laxative since the stone clogged.
Auspicious, open door, great auspicious!
(I walked downstairs the day before the surgery, and the spring at the end of March was warm and the flowers were in full bloom.) Patient courtesy of)
The surgery was done for 4 hours, and at 12 o'clock I was pushed out of the operating room. Probably the stamina of the anesthetic has not yet passed, the whole person is still confused, pushed back to the ward and then fell into a deep sleep.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw that the sky outside was already covered with brilliant sunset light, and my girlfriend saw me wake up and her eyes were red:
"Scared me to death, you don't know that the doctor in the middle of the operation signed a surgical bill for me, changed the operation plan, and if you don't wake up again, I'm really afraid that you will confess here, how can I tell your parents?"
Under the influence of the analgesic pump, I was still groggy, and my brain couldn't think about what her words meant, and could only try to comfort her with what little lucid sanity I had left:
"It's okay, I'm fine, I can't die, the money hasn't been enough!"
I remembered that after saying this, I went back to sleep.
(The doctor gave me a bag containing stones.) Courtesy of the author)
As for the replacement of the surgical plan, it was told to me later when the doctor rounded the room, he said that the blocked stone is too big, probably in the case of placing the guide wire, there is no way to completely take the stone out, so I must remove the guide wire to take the stone, so I will continue to take the T tube for 6 weeks.
The day after the operation, I was embarrassed to pee in front of others for the first time in my life because of the pain in the wound and the inconvenience of infusion. But by the fourth day, I was refreshed and had an appetite. The hospital provides healthy meals, and I can eat two servings at a time.
On the fifth day after the operation, I was discharged from the hospital!
Despite the inconvenience of movement with a T tube, since I was hospitalized, I have not washed my hair for more than ten days, and the whole person stinks, so I still wash my hair in the barber shop at the entrance of the community.
The fresh and soft fruity aroma washes away the greasy smell at one end, and it can be regarded as washing away some obscurity.
(Cherry blossoms bloom at the entrance of the community.) Courtesy of the author)
The weather at the end of March became very warm, the sycamore trunks outside the community pulled out fine and soft buds, the cherry blossoms at the door were extremely blooming, and a rain of petals would fall when the warm spring breeze blew.
The epidemic situation in various places has gradually been controlled and alleviated, and the news is saying that Wuhan will be unblocked in a week.
The wind is long and calm, soothing, and what a beautiful world to look forward to!
Author: Chai Yu | Editors: Di Hao, Wu Jiaxiang, Ye Zhengxing
Proofreading: Wu Yihe | Typesetting: Li Yongmin
Operation: Han Ningning | Coordinator: Zhao Yanan