18 years around October, behind the back of a large bag, the hand gently press down all the pain, have no choice but to go to the hospital. The doctor's advice was to squeeze the bag, squeeze the pus out of it, and then insert a drainage strip until the pus stops growing inside.
The main point is that I was lying on my back when I had the surgery, and I was not anesthetized because it was a minor surgery. I was able to get a good deal on my own, and I was able to get a good deal on my own, and I was able to get a good deal on my own. He used a surgical tool to pinch down the lower part of my abscess, and it was so painful... It felt like my back bone plates were filed down and it hurt like hell.
The doctor was poking me with something like a needle, while also screaming "oh yoo oh yoo" and shouting: "It's pus, it's pus, it's pus," he said.
I was in the bottom of the whole person are cramps like fast curled up, he was in the top of the excitement of the non-stop! After I finished, I turned around and looked at him, Ayo was so embarrassed, because the abscess opening is relatively small, the pressure relationship, behind the back of the pus squeezed out of the high-pressure water pistol shot out of the same, all soaring in his clothes, and a stream of very naughty, directly shot in his glasses, and very fishy odor. Estimated that the doctor's psychology is also thinking today how to pick up a comical ...... hahahaha, embarrassed
This Bao has a personal experience
I remember Bao sixth grade
because too skin to break his leg
At that time, the pain was a cold sweat
then My family took me to the hospital
The doctor told me that it was serious
and that I needed an operation
He was very worried about it
I was very scared at the time
I was very young
But when my family heard that it was very serious, they turned around and left
Then we went to another hospital.
Then I went to another hospital
Here
The funny thing happened
I found an orthopedic surgeon
The surgeon was pretty cool
He told my family
to put a cast on it
I went home and rested for three months
and put it on
Then I bought a bag of medication
and then a bag of pills
and then a bag of medicine
and then a bag of medicine
and then a bag of medicine.
The hospitals have limited beds
They can't operate on you
Just send you away
I've always thought that I'm not too bad, I insist on swimming two to three times a week, I often go out to hike and take pictures, and I've never been tired of feeling bad.
But when I went for a medical checkup in March, the doctor suddenly said that my kidneys had problems! One side was atrophied and the other side had a "space occupation", so I had to go to the hospital for further examination.
The next morning I had a class, and in the afternoon I rushed to the nearest public tertiary hospital. First, I went to the nephrology department, where a female doctor in her fifties sent me for an ultrasound and a urine test. After reading the results, she told me to hurry to the urology department downstairs. A male doctor in his forties over here advised me to be hospitalized right away, saying that the cost of the tests would be reimbursed a lot to ease my burden.
Then began the long process of examination: blood tests, urine and stool, fluoroscopy, CT, nuclear magnetic **** vibration ... And a trip to the nuclear medicine department of another major hospital for a kidney chart.
The conclusion came out that the left kidney is atrophied, which is incurable; the right kidney has a tumor, whether it is malignant or not to be taken out to do pathological examination to confirm. However, the doctor said that 90% of this tumor may be malignant. The doctor said the tumor is 90 percent likely to be malignant, so there is no other way but to have it surgically removed.
The risk of this surgery is still quite high, because the left kidney has not much function, and the right side of the tumor can only be removed. In case something goes wrong during the surgery, then you will have to live on dialysis in the future. But now the medical technology has developed, to do is minimally invasive surgery, that is, in the waist to play three more than a centimeter long hole, respectively, the probe, scalpel inserted to do the enucleation, the impact on the body is much smaller.
The first afternoon of the operation, a nurse came to me and handed over a few things. One was a surgical gown, to be worn tomorrow morning, with special instructions not to wear any clothing inside, a deposit of 100 yuan, and a cleaning fee of 4 yuan; the second was a nursing pad, which was placed on the bed after surgery to prevent the sheets from getting dirty, and charged 10 yuan. In addition, she asked me if I had any sweat hair on my waist, and I said no. She said there was no need for a skin preparation. I said no. She said there was no need for a skin preparation and took the skin preparation bag away. I was relieved because I had seen a relative having a skin preparation before hernia surgery, which was shaving her pubic hair, and it was quite sad.
I didn't realize that I still couldn't escape, but before 6:00 a.m., the nurse on duty came to the ward and handed over a corkscrew. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need. I said, "Didn't I say yesterday that I didn't need to prepare skin? She replied, "I have to put in a urinary catheter! Now my head was spinning, whatever, just do it.
After all this, the nurse came in and told me to pull down my pants, she put a plastic sheet under my butt, and then started to operate. To be honest, I was nervous as hell, and with her very gentle movements, it didn't cause me any excitement. Besides, this nurse's profile was very dignified, and the way she was concentrating on her work called for no evil thoughts, and soon the skin preparation was completed, and I didn't make a fool of myself after all.
She told me to wash my lower body with water because she had used talcum powder, and then went out. I looked down and it was like I was back to being a kid down there, not a single hair was left. The bed was also clean, this nurse did work carefully.
After I washed up, I lay quietly on the bed and waited. At less than eight o'clock, the master of the operating room trolley came. I was hollow wearing surgical gowns, barefoot, climbed into the car, the master pushed me to the operating room. After the doctors and nurses carefully handed over, the cart changed the chassis and went into the operating room.
The operating room is very spacious, I climbed to the operating table located in the center by myself. The bed was narrow, only about 50 centimeters. Early in the morning, the air conditioning had not yet taken effect and the room was a bit chilly, so the nurse brought two large cushions to cover my body and legs.
A middle-aged female doctor wearing glasses came over and gave me a pre-embedded needle in my wrist. She said don't be nervous, the whole procedure is just a little painful with the injection, which lasts for 4-6 days. After waiting for a while, the preparation was completed, the doctor checked the identity again, brought a mask, asked me to inhale, and then I didn't know anything.
When I woke up, I found myself being wheeled down the hallway. When I reached the door, I was able to ask the doctor what time it was. After waiting a little while, the doctor saw that I was fully awake and let the master push me out, my wife and brothers greeted me at the door, and when they saw that I was still in good spirits, they all let go.
Later, I heard from my wife that my surgery went very well. The process of cutting the tumor was scheduled to take no more than half an hour, but it actually took only 18 minutes, and the bleeding was only a few milliliters. Then the doctor also showed them the tumor that was cut off, kind of like a chicken heart, a little over a centimeter big.
When the trolley arrived at the door of the hospital room, the guys carried me to the hospital bed with their hands and feet. I realized that I had been given a urinary catheter with a bag attached. Then there was also a drain tube in the wound on my waist with a negative pressure ball.
Two nurses rushed over and nimbly put an oxygen tube on me, and also held a monitor, with electrodes on my chest, an armband around my arm to measure my blood pressure, and a clip on my fingertips to measure my oxygen saturation. Then in the right wrist of the pre-embedded needle to start an IV, said to play nearly 2000 ml, this time, I really all over the body full of tubes, can not move it.
In fact, I can't even move without the tubes, except for my arms and legs, which are still working, and my waist is not like my own, so I can't even twist it.
This afternoon, my mind was still very much awake, I didn't feel like sleeping at all, and I didn't feel any pain from the wound. The reason is that because of the insertion of the urinary catheter, there is always a feeling of wanting to pee, but in fact, the urine has long been out of the control of the sphincter muscle, and flowed out on its own. Due to the kidney surgery, the doctor asked me to keep track of my daily urine output. Luckily, my urine volume has been normal, and a little more than usual because of the IV.
Before dinner, the nurse came to check my wound and found a big problem: the drain tube was probably in the wrong place, and the negative pressure bulb didn't suck out much blood, but instead oozed out along the wound, soaking my clothes. I quickly called the doctor, re-bandaged the wound and changed my clothes. I had to buy a gauze bag and a pair of scissors for each dressing, which cost 25 yuan each and were not reimbursable without an invoice. I changed the gauze four times this day, and the 100 yen was gone.
The doctor explained that you can't eat or drink anything until you pass gas. Because of the nutritional injections, I didn't feel hungry, but my mouth was so dry that I ended up with blisters on my tongue. Good thing I finally farted at dinner time and was able to suck in a little bit of water.
After dark, the embarrassment came. A fat little black nurse came in with a cart and said she was going to sterilize me. I couldn't move either of my hands, so she lifted the covers, pulled down my pants, and applied iodine pads to my lower body. At first, I applied it on my inner thighs and scrotum, and I found it cool and comfortable. I didn't realize that when the cotton ball was applied to the glans, my dick immediately buckled, and the tube "ate" in a section. The worst thing is that the tube is still curved, so I don't have to scream out, so painful ah! The urology nurse must have seen a lot, with her hand, the tube down, continue to apply in the coronary groove. This time JJ bucked even harder, put me so ashamed that I wanted to have a hole in the ground to crawl into!
After the disinfection was complete, the nurse pulled my pants up, covered me and left. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to get away with this, but I'm going to be able to get away with it, and I'm going to be able to get away with it. At night, the uncontrollable morning erection woke me up again. At dawn, the nurse came to do sterilization again. I was able to get my right hand free to straighten out the tube first, avoiding the unbearable pain.
From then on, every morning and evening, when I heard the nurse call out "Sterilize!" My heart trembled. But luckily, the nurses on duty in the following days didn't stimulate my dick as much as the fat guy did on the first day, they just gently rubbed it on my urethra. In addition, the next few nights are no longer injected, I have the tube beforehand to straighten the direction, although some reaction, but not to the point of intolerable. On the third day, the nurse observed me carefully and noticed that my glans was a bit swollen, so she immediately called the male doctor on duty to see me. He said that because of the insertion of the urinary catheter, the foreskin automatically turned down caused, told me to pay attention to the frequent use of hands to turn up the foreskin, otherwise the formation of incarceration will be a problem. I took the opportunity to ask for the tube to be removed, but he replied that it would be inserted for another day or two...
Finally, at noon on the fifth day, after the injection, the little fat man came to pull out the urinary catheter for me. She put on her gloves neatly, took a syringe and drummed for a while, then held my JJ in one hand and the tube in the other, and called out "Hold on, it hurts a little!". The tube was pulled out before I could scream. It hurt a little in the urethra, but it felt so much easier. Combined with the fact that the drains on my waist were replaced with drain strips for the first two days, all the tubes were finally gone from my body!
In the afternoon, I was able to get up and move around and go to the bathroom all by myself. There is no bathroom in this ward, so I had to walk more than 20 meters to the public bathroom in the corridor. Because of the need to count the amount of urine, each time you have to carry a pot of urine to go, first sprinkle in the pot, watch the scale and then pour it out. Being bedridden, the most troublesome thing was the bowel movement. I didn't eat anything on the first afternoon of the operation, and I only drank a little bit of diluted food for two or three days after the operation. On the fourth night, I tried to relieve myself in bed and discharged a few small hard ones. But I didn't dare to keep pushing, because the wound hurt, and because if I pushed, the urine would squeeze out along the outside of the urethra. Now free, finally able to squat to relieve the bowels, just like normal people.
Soon, my diet was basically restored and my face was normal. Even the head nurse said I had the fastest recovery of any patient she had ever seen with the same condition.
It was exactly one week after the surgery that the doctor discharged me. And no medication was prescribed except for a weekly shot of interferon to boost the immune system. I had a recheck a month later, and blood tests and an MRI **** vibration were done, and no abnormalities were found. Interferon was also stopped after three months. I hope everything is normal!
Doing femoral hernia surgery, need to prepare skin. A female nurse came in, I called the doctor and asked if there was a man , the doctor said in that tone: this is a hospital.
Helpless; I was very nervous, hastily closed my eyes, covered my face with clothes ....
Later, the anesthesiologist was also female . Very embarrassing...
After the operation, the doctor said:Do you want to stay in the hospital for a day of observation. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm sure it's a good idea.
Of course hurry to leave the hospital. Afraid to see them again .....
12 years, did a surgery, when the effect of anesthesia felt very quickly, a little confused, can hear voices, the point is that the doctor was discussing the crayfish in the end peeling or not ....
I have done minimally invasive surgery before, a fingertip can not be stretched out, the doctor did not let me look at that time, he did not hold back to look at a glance, the brain also do not know what to think of, immediately fainted, then the doctor was scared.
Do urinary stone surgery, take off your pants across the female nurses
After playing anesthesia. The head was blindfolded. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it. The skin is also feeling a tug and pull, and it is only after this that you realize that your skin is being cut open.
A men's hospital went in and out in a minute
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