? In the past, when I was bored with my girlfriends, I sometimes talked about each other. Chatting at the top of my head, I am possessed by a gossip woman, and I will also take a little care of my proud legs, which is a good proportion compared with my height that has just reached the standard and makes up for many congenital deficiencies.
? I never thought that it would break one day.
? Afterwards, I kept recalling that strange moment, trying to find the reason for the fall, but I couldn't figure out what was going on. That is, for a second, I tried to put the shoe box on the top of the wardrobe and walked to the fourth step of the herringbone ladder. Suddenly, I stumbled and flew sideways-yes, it was "flying". I remember the feeling of falling from the air in weightlessness, which was one second.
? The distance between the bed and the window is less than 1.5 meters, and I just fell in this gap. The floor is paved with antique bricks, and the biggest feature of antique bricks is their high hardness.
? At the moment of landing, the most painful thing was my head. The back of my head hit the bedside table heavily. I felt that my skull was cracked and my head was buzzing. My eyes were blurred and my consciousness seemed unclear.
? Then there was pain on the right side of the whole body, especially the buttocks. It felt like it was really broken into several petals, and I dared not move in pain, while the right leg was not very painful, but strangely stiff.
? After about ten seconds, I slowly recovered, barely supported the ground with my elbow, and at first glance, I saw my right leg twisted strangely, and my calf was obviously outward, and I looked at it at 15 degrees. I tried to move, and the severe pain struck me. I subconsciously let out a cry and felt the vest and forehead begin to sweat. The right side of the whole body, the part that touched the ground, was so painful that I couldn't move.
? The pain made me gasp loudly and I could see myself sweating at the tip of my nose. Try to be calm! Calm down! I was desperately thinking: the situation is not good. What should we do?
? It was nine o'clock at night, and I was alone at home.
? After a while, I moved to the bed with difficulty. Fortunately, my mobile phone was left on the bed.
? The first call was made to the orthopedic surgeon, and the situation was briefly described. Then I took photos, added the doctor's WeChat, sent pictures, and the doctor replied to me in three words: come quickly.
? The second one called old T, and he told me not to be afraid, and immediately called someone to take me to the hospital.
finally, I sent a message, WeChat old friend: I fell, which is probably not good. I deserve a crying face. She hurriedly comforted me: don't be afraid, don't be afraid, nothing will happen, go to the hospital first.
I face the first problem: I fell in my bedroom, how can I open the door?
I can't move my whole right leg, but I can only keep the angle of my calf outward. If I move a little, I will feel unbearable pain and shout reflexively. I put my hands on the ground, slowly moved backwards in a sitting position, and moved inch by inch to the door. I only felt sweat on my face and back, and moved for a while to rest.
? That's a long journey! I whimpered and moved, and my mind still didn't understand what was going on. It's just that I don't want to think about it. It's bad luck. I'm going to the hospital.
? When I moved to the living room, I heard a knock at the door. It was Lao T's colleague Xiao Wang, who comforted me through the door: Don't be afraid, sister-in-law, don't worry, take your time. -I realized that it took me more than ten minutes to move from the bedroom to the living room.
? After all sorts of hardships, Wang moved to the gate. When he came in, he immediately packed up his things, pushed me in a wheelchair, went downstairs, got on the bus, and went straight to the provincial orthopedic hospital from the expressway around the city.
I can't take photos at night. The doctor initially judged that it was a ligament sprain and possibly a fracture. Because there was an old ligament injury before, the doctor said that I was not optimistic and asked me to stay in the hospital for observation. I had to take photos the next day to judge the injury.
The right leg is fixed with a splint and raised with a special bracket, so as to facilitate blood backflow and reduce swelling. I stayed in the observation room that night, maintaining an elevated posture, and spent a difficult and uneasy night almost motionless.
? The next day, the leg was swollen twice as thick as normal, and it was black and purple from the right hip to the outside of the right thigh. The results of the photo show that the right leg tibia and fibula are comminuted fractures, the tibial plateau collapses, the anterior cruciate ligament and the left and right accessory cruciate ligaments are injured, and surgery is necessary.
At this point, I am longing for a sprained ligament, or a dislocated ligament, which has completely disappeared. Although I am psychologically prepared, I still can't and don't want to believe this fact.
? Holding the report card, I said to myself over and over again: MX, your leg is broken.
? …….
? Happiness or accident, you never know which one will come first.
? After the hospitalization procedures, laboratory tests and various photos were finished, I asked the nurse for a take-away phone number and a nurse's phone number, and then let Xiao Wang go back.
? I want to thank Xiao Wang, a young man in his twenties, who came at the first time and refused to go back that night. He checked into a hotel near the hospital and pushed me up and down the next day to go through all kinds of photos, tests and hospitalization procedures.
? Thank you very much
? I sent a WeChat to my son who is about to face the college entrance examination, and told him in an understatement: Mom has sprained her ankle and will stay in the hospital for a few days. Take care of yourself.
? In this way, I lay alone in a strange hospital without friends, waiting for the swelling to go down, and then I had an operation.
? The next day, the attending doctor communicated with me to discuss the operation plan. Because of my poor landing angle, my tibia and fibula broke, and my thigh bone impacted the tibial platform, crushing some platforms and causing collapse. I need to implant steel plates and nails to fix two broken bones, and I also need to implant bone filling platforms. The first specific plan is "autogenous bone harvesting": opening the hip bone and harvesting the bone from the inside of the hip bone (there is an unused bone inside the human hip bone, which is professionally called "spare bone"). This is the safest method, and it will not be rejected. The disadvantage is that it will get one more knife. The second scheme is to implant artificial bone, which has the advantage of less knife, but may produce rejection. I asked the doctor what are the chances of rejection? The doctor said it was about 3%.
? It is said that there are two schemes, but there is no doubt that the doctor's tone is to take the bone by himself.
I was lying in a hospital bed, staring at the sky with my eyes, imagining that my knee was cut open, my leg bone was nailed with steel plates, and my hip was cut by a knife. I uncovered my hip bone, took out the embedded bone, and then stuffed it into my leg bone.
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? Thinking about it makes my scalp tingle! My heart is really, 11,111 grass mud horses galloped past ...
? I don't want to get another knife, and I don't want to have rejection.
? I took X-rays with my mobile phone and began to send pictures everywhere, seeking medical advice.
? In desperation, I had the cheek to call my cousin in the city-I have only seen her three times in my life.
The next day, my cousins all came and took my film to find their familiar old Chinese doctor, who said they had to have surgery.
? My brother went to a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine in Hunan, and Chinese medicine suggested that I go to him for conservative treatment.
? Old T also asked around, and his cousin helped us to contact the well-known authoritative orthopedic expert in the Medical College of Sun Yat-sen University, and said that surgery was necessary. It is suggested that we transfer to Xiangya, Hunan, or Guiyang Orthopedic Hospital, saying that this is an old orthopedic hospital that existed before liberation and has doctors with good skills.
? Three days later, Old T arranged what he was doing, drove to Guiyang for 7 hours, went directly to the city orthopedics doctor, and found the director of joint orthopedics under the introduction of friends. The director did not recommend autogenous bone harvesting, saying that there was no problem in implanting artificial bone, and the possibility of rejection was very small. At this point, we decided to transfer.
? Old t went through the admission formalities, and then came to the provincial osteopath to handle the transfer.
? In those days, I went everywhere and was lying on a push bed. Look at the roof of the ward on your back, push through the long winding corridor of the hospital on your back, get on and off the elevator on your back, and shuttle between the inpatient department and the laboratory building. Lying flat looking at the beautiful blue sky in Guiyang, there are people passing by in the elevator, throwing sympathetic eyes.
? The sky on the plateau is so blue, and the white clouds are as white as brand-new cotton wool. Everything is beautiful, but my leg is broken.
? I keep recalling the moment when I fell, thinking that if it was a wooden floor, if I didn't tidy up my winter shoes, if the ladder was put down a little later, I would fall on the bed, if I was wearing another pair of slippers ................................................................................................................
? When I am helpless, I will chew a sentence that went deep into my heart when I was 19 years old: The wisest attitude in life is to be open-minded and indifferent to fate and go with the flow.
? Have to face it, there is no choice.
? I want to thank all the relatives and friends who helped me: the relatives who helped me seek medical advice everywhere, comforted my honey online all the time, and often came to see my cousin, my sister who came to Kunming, and of course, LG who was super executive ...
Thank you very much!
on the third day of transfer, the swelling of the injured leg has basically subsided, so it can be operated, and the director personally operated.
I entered the operating room after two o'clock in the afternoon, which was a moment of expectation and fear. My heart curled up nervously, gritting my teeth and telling myself that this is the only way, and I can't escape it. Come on! MX!
On the operating table, the doctor told me to curl up like a baby, put my knees in my hands, put my forehead against my knees as much as possible, open the gap in my spine, and the anesthesiologist began to inject anesthetic.
I don't know if I'm too nervous to open the spinal space, or if the anesthesiologist's level is limited, and the anesthetic injection has failed several times. The nurse helped me tighten my head and feet and curl into an O-shape. I bit my lip, feeling that only the anesthesiologist's cold fingers moved on my spine, looking for a gap. The long needle goes in and out for a while. The feeling of anesthetic entering the bone marrow is that a flowing solid forcibly intrudes and slowly spreads in the body, which has a strong foreign body feeling. This feeling strikes again and again. Although it hurts, I can bite my teeth and hold back.
? Finally, the director of anesthesiology was changed, and it was done in one shot.
? Next, my consciousness became blurred. I only remember being fitted with a catheter, then stretching my hands and fixing it. My right leg was lifted high and fixed, and I felt my thigh bone pressed against my hip bone, squeezing and butting against it. A circle of doctors knocked around my knee and felt my calf bone pulled over, which was painless and very comfortable. In front of me is a circle of operating lights, dangling, vaguely, I fell asleep.
? When I woke up, it was already more than seven o'clock in the evening, and the operation lasted for more than five hours. The nurse is moving me from the cart to the hospital bed, and then all kinds of tubes are inserted into my body: heart, blood pressure monitoring equipment, intravenous drip pump, oxygen tube, catheter ... My right leg is tightly wrapped with bandages, so that the bandage marks on my thigh are still clear one week after the bandage is removed.
At about eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the unconscious right leg began to hurt a little, and the anesthetic was going to fail. I knew the most difficult moment had come.
"One to three days after operation, it will be very painful. There is nothing you can do. You have to hold back.". Before the operation, the attending doctor casually dropped this sentence.
? Since I was hospitalized, I have been taking painkillers orally and taking painkillers every day. Knowing that painkillers are harmful to the nervous system, as long as the pain can be tolerated, I will secretly not take them. My mother had a nervous breakdown all her life. She slept on valium tablets, and the more she ate, the more she ate. I don't want that.
The nurse asked me to press the button of the painkiller pump to increase the dose. Or, you can ask her to come over and have another injection for the pain.
? The pain is getting worse and worse. The terrible pain in the right leg and knee comes one after another, which doesn't give me any chance to breathe. The whole knee is a pain point, and the intense and persistent pain sweeps the whole body. I lie on my back, my muscles tense, my mouth open, I inhale deeply, I hold my breath, and I exhale slowly. Inhale again, hold your breath and exhale. Pajamas are sweaty and wet, and I feel uncomfortable. I dare not move, for fear that moving will hurt my leg nerves, for fear that I will die of pain.
? In the dark, I tried to find something to divert my attention, but there was nothing. You can't eat the day before the operation (one day or three days? I can't drink water, so I can only wet my lips with a cotton swab and my stomach is hungry. Looking up, there is a box of bayberry just listed on the bedside table, which was brought by my cousin's daughter-in-law in the morning. It is sour. Reached out and grabbed it and took a bite. The washed waxberry was cold, with a bitter taste at the entrance and a little sweet aftertaste. At the moment of biting, the bitter cold rushed straight at the nerves, as if the feeling of leg pain was a little less.
? Just eat one by one, eat for a while and rest for a while. I couldn't help the pain, so I started eating again. One night, I finished a big box of bayberry without a single one.
after more than four months, I still want to praise myself when I look back on that unforgettable night. All night, I didn't press the painkiller pump once, didn't get an injection, didn't take painkillers, and didn't fall asleep for a minute.
? I just gritted my teeth without saying a word, and I endured it tensely. I watched my mobile phone time for three to five minutes, and I survived with a box of bayberry.
it's better to stay up until dawn. People come and go, someone talks with me, and the director comes to see me from time to time (telling me that I have taken out many broken bones), and I can eat again, which distracts my attention.
I took photos in the afternoon, and the results showed that the operation was very successful.
Twenty-four hours later, the pain that makes it difficult to breathe smoothly was obviously relieved, the muscles that felt so tight and sore slowly relaxed, and the sweaty clothes were changed, which made me feel much more comfortable and finally fell asleep ...
? Then there is a long recovery period. Every day, all kinds of instruments take turns to go into battle: foot bending machine (joint rehabilitation), ultrasonic massage instrument (prevention of thrombosis), ice compress, physical therapy and so on ... Some of them are one hour a day, and some are one hour in the morning and one hour in the afternoon. I foolishly come to the net and have all kinds of instruments tossing around almost continuously, thinking.