When I made a clear inquiry about the tumor I didn't know through various medical books, materials and videos, I had such a patient hesitation and wanted to find a reasonable, legal and suitable "pusher" for myself-the director of oncology department. Then, it is logical to decide to cut it.
It is necessary to have a beautiful hair in a planned way, mainly because after a short period of styling, I can bear the ravages of "I can't take a bath for many days after surgery" without losing my beautiful image.
Things in the world are often not what people want. The barber who was going to leave after breakfast suddenly had something to do and changed it to the afternoon. Well, this change took me half a day to be admitted to the hospital. I didn't waste it. When I put my mobile phone on the coffee table, my lumbar muscle strain recurred and I couldn't move. As an "old nurse", Miss Wang is very busy, applying hot compress, plastering, waist protection and hard sofa (the bed is too soft). This time, lie flat.
I went to the hospital to wear a plaster to protect my waist. The first thing to do for admission: find a nurse and rent a wheelchair. I am so gorgeous and dazzling, shuttling between inpatient department, outpatient department and doctor's office. After getting a lot of sympathetic eyes, I was pushed into the ward by my aunt nurse. The distance between my husband and me is a long corridor with three doors and more than 20 meters high. Followed by all kinds of nurses and doctors. Take your temperature, draw blood, ask about your condition, come for examination, anesthesiology department, operating room. . . My aunt, the nurse, still has to squeeze in, give me some rice and cold water at once (my aunt insists on the principle of not drinking cold water, drinking hot water or cooking with cold water), help me turn over, shake the bed, pack up the articles for admission, serve food and help me up. After disinfection, my aunt helped me sit down in the toilet. Super considerate.
I was worried about my mobility at night and stayed with me all night after work. From the beginning of washing until I fell asleep, my aunt was still clutching my bill, turning off the air conditioner, closing two windows and two more windows, and covering my legs with a quilt. As soon as I turned over, I immediately asked in a low voice: Do you want to drink water? Go to the bathroom? Although I repeatedly stressed before going to bed that "I can't stand it at night, please go to rest", my aunt still stayed up all night to take care of me. Touched, especially touched. A person who respects and loves his work deserves to be respected and loved.
I have reservations about drawing blood. It's past 10: 30 after all the formalities. The little nurse came with a plate, and the pipes rang. You're welcome to come directly to ten pipes. Is this a preoperative examination or a biological weapon? Also comforted me: in fact, people have hematopoietic function. That's bullshit！ You tell me.
In the afternoon, all the medical staff in the operating room came. All kinds of inquiries, verifications, arrangements and notices. . . Anyway, I am all kinds of signatures: you are responsible for yourself. First of all, I will have my first operation tomorrow. Second: postoperative precautions will be informed after surgery. Third: there will be a way to get you on the operating table. Fourth: Don't drink or eat after ten o'clock in the evening. Fifth: the operation time is almost one hour. Sixth: the surgeon: the outpatient male doctor. Seventh: I will be pushed to the operating room from 7: 35 to 7: 50 tomorrow morning. You can inform my family and wait outside the operating room directly tomorrow.
Get up normally the next morning. I'm the only one in the seven-person ward. A patient in Inner Mongolia went for a puncture. My surgeon became my resident.
The patient was taken away after seven o'clock and waited quietly for nearly fifty minutes. Mr. Wang came after six in the morning. As soon as the nurse saw it, she sent him directly to breakfast and told him to wait for me at the door of the operating room on the ninth floor after eating. The large ward is clean and quiet, and the morning sun shines on the hospital bed through the whole glass window. I read a book. Waiting time. Yes, I am reading a book. And it is able to look in.
I didn't wait for my patient to come back The beautiful young lady came to the operating room and gave me a push. When I saw Mr loudaokou, I could see that he was a little nervous. Mr. Wang took the armrest of the wheelchair, pushed me to the door of the operating room, changed my shoes, tied my hair, put on my hat, and watched me push into the long corridor of the operating room and close the door. The doctor has a way to put me on an operating table full of plaster.
The operating table is too high, too narrow and too hard. During the chat, she made all kinds of preoperative preparations nervously, and acted decisively and professionally. Then came in two medical staff, a man and a woman. Then the surgeon came and began to verify the surgical position again, disinfection, static general anesthesia and local anesthesia, and various monitoring. There are many green surgical cloths hanging on a stainless steel shelf in front of me, spread out one by one. After I got the answer to the postoperative question, I followed the doctor's advice: close my eyes and rest, and fell asleep completely. . .
The operation took longer than expected and was pushed out of the operating room at 9: 47.
I woke up in pain, and suddenly it hurt three times. I subconsciously shouted: pain, pain, pain. Open your eyes again, it's already off the operating table and heading for Daping's car. I saw the waiting gentleman outside the operating room. What he can accompany me is the elevator time on two floors.
Back to the ward, the doctor confirmed "back to the ward." For a moment, I felt so warm in the ward. The cold operating room seems to have never appeared.
Lie flat for two hours, intravenous drip, oxygen inhalation, various monitoring, no water and no sleep. . . But I really fell asleep in a daze and was woken up by my aunt nurse several times.
The operation took too long because the tumor was too deep and close to the pleura. The first male doctor in the outpatient department did not perform the main surgery, which did not affect the appearance of another handsome male doctor in the operating room. In the eyes of doctors: only patients, no gender.
After more than an hour, the patient entered the operating room. We definitely lie flat and remind each other to chat. The patient was pale and scared. She said that in the operating room, the medical staff said that she was different from me: the first one said that she was nervous, but she was really on the stage, not nervous at all, very powerful. The second (her) said that she was not nervous, and the result was extreme nervousness and fear.
At one o'clock, the surgeon performed an operation and told me with frozen pathological results: benign fibroadenoma of breast.
Although the final pathological examination will take another week, so far, the results are not bad. Not bad.