Stumbled and was finally admitted to the hospital. Hormone shock is performed on the same day, and the shock is required for three consecutive days. Because albumin is too low, you need to take a drug to improve immunity. The medicine was expensive and in short supply, so the doctor prescribed two bottles and came back with one. At this point, my hospitalization began.
Because of the low resistance, the high fever has not subsided, coupled with penicillin and cephalosporin can not be used, the trough of my life during that time. It is also the most difficult moment for mom. Later, a doctor who returned from studying abroad suggested that I try it with a eliminated drug, if it didn't work... Thankfully, my fever subsided. In this way, my boring hospital life began. Blood tests are taken almost every day for examination. I am clinically a kind grandmother whose home lives here. Her family brought her food every day, watched me get injections until one or two o'clock in the afternoon, and didn't like to eat. I'll give a little bit of food to eat. thank.
At that time, I was most afraid of a kind of belly injection, which was directly stuck in the stomach. It hurts. My blood vessels were very thin, and there was only one blood vessel in my left hand to prick, and my mother thought I was young and would not let me use an indwelling needle. In the end, there really is no place to tie. Hands are blue. I begged my mother to change the indwelling needle. At this time, a male nurse happened to help me get a needle, probably during the internship period, and the first needle was not pierced. At that moment, I broke down. All the grievances came and I cried, the first time I cried in the hospital, and the last time. Just met the doctor rounds, are comforting me, said don't be afraid, take medicine will control well, before, there is no hormone, my disease belongs to cancer, at least now there is a cure ... The more you talk about it, the more aggrieved you are, and think about the years to come. It's even sadder. When is such a day a head, every day blood tests and injections and medicines. Really a little tired. The next day, the two eyes directly swollen into two large walnuts. During that time, my mother secretly cried behind my back every day, and I told myself to be strong.
May the people who have the same experience as me be strong, have their illness under control, work normally, and live. Come on! juvenile!