Wen/Situ Wan'er

After I made a clear inquiry about the tumor I didn't know through various medical books, materials and videos, I was so hesitant that I found myself a reasonable, legal and appropriate "pusher"-the director of oncology department. Then, it was logical to decide to have a resection.

It is necessary to plan to have a beautiful hair. The main reason is that 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 hairdresser who was ready to leave after breakfast suddenly had something to do and changed it to the afternoon. Well, such a change gave me half a day before I was admitted to the hospital. I didn't waste it. When I put a mobile phone on the coffee table, my lumbar muscle strain recurred and I couldn't move. As an "old nurse", Mr. Wang is busy, hot compress, plaster, waist protection and hard sofa (the bed is too soft). This time, lie flat directly.

I went to the hospital with plaster and waist protection. The first thing to do when going through the admission formalities: find a nurse and rent a wheelchair. I was so gorgeous and eye-catching that I shuttled between the inpatient department, the outpatient department and the doctor's office. After getting a lot of sympathetic eyes, I was pushed into the ward by the nurse aunt. The distance between my husband and me is a long corridor with three doors and a height of more than 21 meters. Followed by all kinds of nurses and doctors. Take temperature, draw blood, ask about the condition, come to check, anesthesiology department, operating room. . . My aunt, the nurse, had to take time to squeeze in, order me rice and cold water quickly (my aunt insisted on the principle of not drinking cold water, drinking hot water or boiling it in cold water), help me turn over, shake the bed, tidy up my articles for admission, serve meals and help me up. My aunt helped me sit down in the toilet only after disinfection. Super considerate.

at night, I was worried that I would be inconvenient to move, so I stayed with me all night after work. From the beginning of washing, until I fell asleep, my aunt was still covering my bill, turning off the air conditioner, closing two windows, closing 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 stay up at night, please go and rest", my aunt still stayed up all night taking 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 was past 11: 31 after all the formalities were completed, and the little nurse came with a plate, and the pipes rang into pieces, and you're welcome to come directly to ten pipes. Is this a preoperative examination or a biochemical weapon? Also comforted me: in fact, people have hematopoietic function. Nonsense! You tell me.

in the afternoon, it was basically the medical staff in the operating room. All kinds of inquiries, verifications, arrangements and notifications. . . Anyway, I am all kinds of signatures: you are responsible for yourself. First, I will have my first operation tomorrow. Second: postoperative precautions will be notified after operation. Third: there will be a way to put 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: Someone will push me to the operating room at 7:35-7:51 tomorrow morning. You can inform my family and wait outside the operating room directly tomorrow.

get up normally the next morning. In the ward of seven people, I am the only one. A patient in Inner Mongolia went for a puncture. My surgeon became my resident.

The patient was taken away from seven o'clock and waited quietly for nearly fifty minutes. Mr. Wang came after six o'clock in the morning. When the nurse saw it, she sent him to have breakfast directly, and told him to wait for me at the door of the operating room on the ninth floor directly after eating. The large ward is clean and quiet, and the morning sun shines through the whole glass window and spreads on the hospital bed. I read a book. Wait for time. Yes, I'm reading a book. And it is to be able to look in.

Before my patient came back, the beautiful young lady came to the operating room and pushed me. 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, put on 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 get me on the operating table covered with plaster.

The operating table is too high, too narrow and too hard. During the chat, she was nervous about all kinds of preoperative preparations, and acted decisively and professionally. Then two medical staff, a man and a woman, came in. Then the surgeon came and began to verify the operation position again, disinfection, static general anesthesia and local anesthesia, and various monitoring. Many green surgical cloths were hung on a stainless steel shelf in front of me, and they were spread out one by one. After I got the answer to the questions after the operation, I followed the doctor's advice: close my eyes and take a rest, and completely fell asleep. . .

The operation took longer than expected, and it was 9:47 when it was pushed out of the operating room.

I woke up in pain, and suddenly it hurt three times, and I subconsciously shouted: pain, pain, pain. Open your eyes again, it is already down from the operating table, to the daping car. I saw the waiting gentleman outside the operating room. What he can accompany me is the elevator time on two floors.

when I went back to the ward, the doctor confirmed that I had gone back to the ward. For a moment, I felt that the ward was so warm. The cold operating room seems to have never appeared.

Lie on your back for two hours, drip, take oxygen, and have various monitoring. You can't drink water or sleep. . . But I really fell asleep in a daze and was woken up several times by the nurse's aunt.

The operation time is too long, because the tumor is too deep and close to the pleura. The first-time male doctor in the outpatient clinic didn't perform the main operation, which didn't 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 went down to 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, and she was very powerful. The second one (she), on the other hand, said that she was not nervous, and as a result, she was extremely nervous and scared.

At one o'clock, the surgeon performed the operation and told me with the frozen pathological results: benign breast fibroadenoma.

Although the final pathology will take another week, so far, the results are good. It's not bad.