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A frightened hospital diary of a 50-year-old woman

20 19 years, I am 50 years old, suffering from perimenopausal syndrome (MPS) and menstrual disorder. Every month my period comes, I will never leave, and I will bleed a lot. My office is close to the toilet. I always go to the toilet. Every night, I used two packs of Shubao 42 inches, and my face was gray. Several colleagues met and asked with concern: You don't look well. I thought to myself: it's no use bleeding every day. Laughing silently, I thought it would be better to take some medicine to regulate menstruation.

On April 16, I had breakfast in the canteen of my company, and suddenly it was flooded. Fortunately, I wore thick pantyhose and rushed into the office to check. Panties are soaked and my head is dizzy. I put on clean clothes and rushed to Q Hospital. The doctor diagnosed hysteromyoma 75*63*58 by B-ultrasound, and the endometrium was 4 mm It is suggested to remove hysteromyoma immediately. Cousin Xiao Bing, an expert in obstetrics and gynecology, consulted and agreed that hysteromyoma should be removed as soon as possible. Myoma doesn't happen in a day or two. It came to my uterus seven years ago and settled down. Grow up little by little in a year, and gradually grow into a three-month fetus. Originally, I wanted to wait until menopause, but it was too destructive and had to be forcibly taken out.

I made up my mind. I registered in Q Hospital and went through the admission formalities when there was a bed. Cut it off and finish it.

On April 20, I was informed to be admitted to the hospital by the Gynecology Area 1 of Q Hospital, and I quickly packed some clothes to report to the inpatient department.

The ward of Q Hospital is relatively clean, so I was arranged in the ninth bed triple room in ward 7-9. There is air conditioning in the room, so you can surf the Internet by video. Unfortunately, the internet speed is too slow, which is basically useless.

Coincidentally, my roommate's bed 7 is a colleague of my husband's company, who is here for ovarian teratoma surgery. Bed 8 is a primary school teacher who is undergoing endometrial surgery. Three educated patients are undergoing endoscopic surgery and minor gynecological surgery under general anesthesia.

On April 2 1 day, the hospital arranged for me to be admitted to the hospital for auxiliary examination: sex hormone, liver function, blood routine, renal function, blood lipid, thyroid function, blood coagulation function, glycosylated hemoglobin, human epididymal protein, squamous cell carcinoma antigen, three items of immunity (new) and six items of hepatitis B were normal. There was no obvious abnormality in liver, gallbladder, pancreas, spleen, kidney and ureter by color Doppler ultrasound. Electrocardiogram: sinus heart rate T wave changes (as usual), chest radiograph: right lower lung nodule shadow? Not to mention the size. Yin Chao: hysteromyoma 7 1*65*65MM.

On April 23, the doctor confirmed the operation, but on April 22, he suddenly felt painful urination, urinary incontinence and urinary tract infection. Going to the toilet every 65,438+00 minutes makes my urine burning. The doctor is on the operating table, and I am so anxious that I have to deal with it myself. I asked Xiao Bing how to deal with this matter. She said, "Buy Lysimachia christinae capsules, cefdinir and sodium bicarbonate. I went to see a doctor in the afternoon and had my urine white blood cells tested. As expected, it was a urinary tract infection.

No way, treat urinary tract infection first, and then rearrange the procedure.

No.23, Bed 7, she is a petite girl with fair skin and soft voice. On the other hand, her husband is a tall northerner with a loud voice. Basically, she only heard her husband talking. When she returned to the ward after the 7-bed general anesthesia operation, her husband stayed with her for 24 hours without changing clothes, coaxing her to eat and making her happy. Until the fourth day, she was ready to leave the hospital. Her husband may be too tired and have a fever. What a loving young couple. I really envy her. For women, finding a husband who knows how to hurt people in tune is an important foundation for happiness in life. Nowadays, many young girls are blindly looking at money when choosing a spouse. Sitting in a BMW really makes them cry.

On the 24th, bed 7 was discharged from the hospital and immediately moved into a big sister in Yulin City for a total hysterectomy. The beds in regional hospitals are very tight.

My urinary tract infection has been cured and I am scheduled for surgery on the 25th. On the 24th, I took laxatives to clear my intestines alone in the hospital, and the nurse gave me an enema to clean my intestines. Eat preoperative nutrient solution before going to bed and think about falling asleep.

The morning of the 25th finally arrived. My husband and a friend's daughter came to accompany me. My operation is the third time in a day.

I stopped eating or drinking after 0/2 last night/kloc-. I put on my hospital gown. 1 1 o'clock, the operating room informed me to go to the operating room. Accompanied by her husband and friends, she arrived at the door of the operating room on 19 floor.

The door of the operating room slowly opened, and a male nurse dressed in green called me in, pushed a green sheet operating table to lie on it and asked me, what's your name? Knowing perfectly well past ask, it is estimated that this is a fixed procedure before operation. The male nurse was so careless that she stuck an infusion bottle on me with a surgical needle as thick as a sewing needle, pushed me to the operating table and asked me to translate it to the operating table. I was lying on the operating table with a huge shadowless lamp on my head, several green hats on my head and a green mask with only two eyes on my face. A hand covered my nose and mouth with something like an oxygen mask and told me to take a deep breath.

Soon, I don't know anything.

"So-and-so, wake up and open your eyes." I heard someone calling me in confusion. I struggled to open my eyelids. My husband is calling me and my throat is smoking.

"water." I squeezed out a sentence.

"You can't drink water now. I'll wet your lips with water first ... "Sister Ju said softly.

Sister Ju, a nurse in the district hospital, was recommended by the patient. She said her nurse was in place. Sister Ju was nearly half a year old since she was a child in the Department of Gynecology. She is naturally familiar, pale, short, quiet and quick.

On the night of the operation, my husband went home to rest. Sister Ju stayed with me all night and gave me intravenous infusion 24 hours after operation. Someone has to watch me. I still have an analgesic pump hanging on me, and I slept soundly all night.

The next day, exhausted, I began to eat meat soup and porridge, hung antibiotics and oxytocin, and irradiated the wound with microwaves. The wound is that there are three small holes in the belly, one in the navel, and the other two on the symmetrical sides of the navel, like three navel eyes.

My classmates, friends and colleagues all came to visit me. Lao Yang said, "Do you still run marathons?" She said, "You are a wasp waist!" It makes me laugh. It hurts to laugh at the wound.

The days after the operation seem to be gradually recovering. I look forward to the day when I leave the hospital every day.

On April 29th, the doctor in charge informed me after rounds that he recovered well and was discharged today.

The doctor in charge gave the doctor's advice: pay attention to rest and strengthen nutrition; Rest for a whole month, and no bathing, swimming or making love for a month; One month later, the gynecological clinic visited again, rechecked the blood routine, and rechecked the uterus double appendix color Doppler ultrasound regularly; Pay attention to vaginal bleeding. If vaginal bleeding exceeds menstrual flow or exceeds 10 days, follow up in time. Unexpectedly, the last sentence of the doctor's advice laid the groundwork for the subsequent disaster.

On the day of discharge, Sister Ju helped me buy two large orchards that are said to sweep the floor. They weigh a kilo in 25 yuan. They are fat and big. Sister 7 said, "Good chicken makes my mouth water." Sister in bed 7 is very lucky. She also invited Sister Ju to accompany her. Her husband is still with her 24 hours a day. No wonder she laughs every day. The wound should heal soon. There is a saying that companionship is the longest confession.

On the day of discharge, she asked me, "Is that man with you your father?"

"It's my husband."

"I'm sorry, I think he looks dark and feels old."

More than one person made a mistake about my husband's age, blaming him for working too hard and getting old with white hair. Or do I look young? Oh, woman, damn vanity.

My husband went to the countryside to help the poor that day and picked me up at the hospital at 5 o'clock.

When I opened the door, my cat's ass saw me and turned around. Because I haven't seen anyone for so many days.

The house is in a mess, and my husband has no time to clean up.

I had three days off on Labor Day, and my husband went out to shoot. I waited on my flowers and plants at home alone and teased my cat.

At 8 o'clock on the evening of May 4, a sudden massive hemorrhage occurred, and the amount of bleeding exceeded 200ML. Bright red blood gushed out like a faucet. I was scared and sweaty. My husband quickly sent me to the inpatient department of the district hospital for emergency treatment. The young doctor on duty asked me to have a B-ultrasound, saying that I might have my period, and prescribed some hemostatic drugs to let me go back.

On the evening of May 5, there was too much blood, so I hung up the name of Director Zhao and was diagnosed as dysmenorrhea. I checked six sex hormones and comforted me that it might be my last menstruation and I will stop menstruating next month.

May 10, massive bleeding for 6 days. I was hospitalized again to stop bleeding, staying in bed 7-9, and the bed number was changed to bed 9.

Seeing Sister Ju again, she asked, "Did you get disconnected when you were bleeding?"

Last time I had laparoscopic surgery, the wound shouldn't be sutured, but I'm still worried.

After admission, oxytocin was hung every day to stop bleeding and Leonurus japonicus was injected intramuscularly, but the bleeding did not stop, and my stomach ached from time to time, making my heart more and more ominous.

In the ward, I met my first inpatient, bed 3. A woman in her forties got cervical cancer, and all her uterus and appendages were removed. She came back for chemotherapy this time. She is a very strong woman who always talks about and cares about the patients around her. Sister Ju recommended it to me voluntarily. She told me, "It's no use crying when you have this disease. It is better to be happy and help good cells overcome cancer. My husband is still so young that he will definitely go out to look for it in the future. It's no use thinking so much. Save your life first. "

"What are you doing back this time? Just a few days after leaving the hospital? " I told her truthfully, and she sighed, "I'm quite impressed with you. You look better. "

I'm a little happy inside. Women are so vain.

May 12, Mother's Day, no gifts, more and more stomachache, more and more bleeding. Let my husband accompany me to the hospital tonight, and the bad feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

Sure enough, fate sent me a mother's day gift that I never thought of in my life.

12 At 8 o'clock in the evening of May, my stomach became more and more painful. I told the young female doctor on duty about my illness. I hung up the hemostatic needle for three days and my stomach became more and more painful. I hope she will tell the superior doctor whether to surgically remove the uterus. She replied indifferently, I am not in her hospital bed, and she has no right to tell the superior doctor.

"You can give feedback to the doctor when the doctor makes rounds tomorrow."

This kind of doctor, who has no medical ethics to save lives, is also a bad person in essence. I have scolded her a hundred times in my heart.

Back to the ward to go to the toilet, bleeding heavily, my husband called the young female doctor on duty to see the blood, and I fainted in the toilet because of hemorrhagic shock.

I don't know how long it took. I heard someone calling my name in my sleep and slowly opened my eyes. It was a male doctor calling me loudly: "So-and-so, you answer me, do you hear?" . The shocking feeling is like floating in the clouds, which is neither painful nor itchy. Probably the soul came out of its shell before it died.

"Push the patient into the treatment room quickly, and I will help her clear the palace," the male doctor ordered.

My husband carried me to the bed in the treatment room, and the male doctor cleaned the blood in the uterine cavity for me without injecting anesthesia at all.

"ah!" Pain in the Qing palace! I hold the bloody hand of the female nurse.

The blood and blood clots in the big room rushed out, and people became more and more miserable.

There is too much blood in the uterine cavity. Let's have a B-ultrasound.

My husband and a nurse pushed me to the B-ultrasound room of the clinic. It's a long way.

Yin Chao has been working for a long time, and there is a big pool of blood.

Send it back to bed 7, draw blood to match blood, and inject a needle directly into the uterus with the best hemostatic needle. Fuck, it hurts when the needle is inserted into the uterus from the vagina! "ah!"

A few days later, the patient in bed 8 said to me, "You scared me half to death that night."

I have only half a life left in blood loss and pain.

At 2 am, I asked my husband, "Will I die?" The exhausted husband was silent and just told me to sleep for a while.

Blood kept pouring out, and the postoperative nursing pads were soaked one by one. I don't know what time it was in the morning, but the blood came.

I can't die. I'll stay until dawn.

Finally alive to see the dawn of May 13.

At 7: 30 in the morning, the director, Dr. Z, came to make rounds. "I heard that you were bleeding last night, and the uterus was lost. You have contacted the operating room to operate as soon as possible. Open surgery is the fastest. Do you choose open surgery or laparoscopic surgery? "

"Open the abdomen!" My husband and I speak in unison.

Uterus, uterus, I'm finally losing you. You gave birth to a daughter for me. You let me have my period every month. I'm over half a year old and my period hasn't come yet, but you make me feel terrible pain. Say goodbye to me! !

I still remember the mood of my first operation ten days ago, waiting for the notice of operation in fear and trembling. This time, I am anxious to see the notice of the operation. I walked to the operating room for the first time. This time, I lay in bed and was pushed into the operating room.

The male nurse in the operating room gave me intravenous infusion of anesthetic, and it took three stitches to return blood. My blood pressure is too low.

Several nurses moved me to the operating table, and I lost consciousness under general anesthesia.

Wake up and go back to the ward. You can't talk with your mouth open. I have no strength at all, and I am tired of breathing.

I still invited Sister Ju to take care of me, and didn't say a word on the day of the operation, quietly. The next day, due to hanging water for 24 hours, my whole body was swollen and my hands were swollen like steamed bread. "My face is so swollen that I can't even see the wrinkles." Sister Ju teased me. She rubbed my swollen back with aloe vera. "Aloe will swell rapidly."

On the third day after operation, I urinated every half hour and went to the toilet countless times a day. Sister Ju kept helping me to go to the toilet all day, and the swelling went down on the day when I urinated too much.

On the fourth day after the operation, a new old patient was harvested in bed 8. After ovarian cancer resection, chemotherapy was given in three stages.

The patient is a woman in her fifties, accompanied by her elder sister in her sixties. She is amiable and careless, talking enthusiastically with everyone and singing and dancing in the ward. I feel that she is not here to accompany, but to make friends. She enthusiastically told me repeatedly to drink more soup and eat better. At first, she thought the elder sister was nice, but talking too much made her a little noisy. I don't care much about it.

Sister Ju said that chemotherapy for ovarian cancer usually takes two years. It's terrible. I hope bed 8 will recover completely on auspicious day.

At noon on the fourth day after operation, I suddenly had a fever of 39.2 degrees. After taking the antipyretic orally, it dropped to 37.8 at night, and the fever was completely reduced the next day. I'm glad I finally came back from the jaws of death, and I survived. I took photos at the gate of Gynecology Area 1 as a souvenir. My whole body is swollen and wrinkled, but my smile is sweet.

May 19, the fifth day after the second operation, the doctor made a diagnosis after rounds: slight abdominal pain, no vaginal bleeding, no fear of cold or fever, stable vital signs, anemia appearance, uterine arteriovenous fistula, moderate anemia, uterine myoma peeling, pelvic inflammatory sequelae, intestinal adhesion, scarred uterus, hypoproteinemia, hypocalcemia, hypokalemia and hyponatremia. Three months after discharge.

When my friend W heard that I was discharged from the hospital, she was very nervous: "I was discharged from the hospital so soon again. Tell the doctor I'm not feeling well yet. I want to stay a few more days. "

"The beds in Q Hospital are tight, and people have been driven away." I know W is worried about an accident and should be discharged after stabilization, but the hospital will not give him more room after the operation.

W's worry is justified. When I got home from the hospital, I said that I lost 6 pounds, looked pale and weak, and wanted to lie in bed. Intermittent pain in the lower abdomen, swelling of the anus, and always want to defecate. I defecate every half hour and almost live on the toilet. The stool is shapeless, and I have diarrhea twice. Cousin Xiao Bing said, I'd better check it out. If there is an inflammatory mass in the pelvic cavity, I have to deal with it immediately, and my relaxed heart is pulled up again.

The online appointment is full for three days, so I have to get up early and register at Q Hospital clinic before 7: 30.

At eight o'clock, I hung up the doctor's number. Seeing my weakness, she immediately asked me to see a doctor first. No inflammatory mass was found in blood phase and abdominal B-ultrasound examination. It's not a big problem. I prescribed some oral medicine.

"Anal bulge is a postoperative reaction, and some people will have this reaction." The doctor said.

I'm not at ease. My husband accompanied me to see the gastroenterology department this afternoon. He took a stool sample for me and sent it to the laboratory. He told me, "That tastes disgusting."

"These are two in-laws!" I looked at him gratefully. Experienced the test of life and death, and deeply understood the meaning of an old partner.

The examination results show that there is no major problem in gastrointestinal tract, and anal dilatation is the influence of operation. The doctor prescribed oral medicine to regulate intestinal function. I am finally relieved that it is only a matter of time before I recover.

In order to accompany me, my daughter decided to ask for leave to go home with me as soon as I got home from the hospital and help me cook and take a bath. I'm glad that she is serious. Daughter is sensible and filial.

"Mom, do you remember? When I was very young, you took me to a temple to draw lots for fortune telling. The fortune teller said that you are in your forties. Whether you can go depends on whether your daughter is filial or not. "

"There seems to be such a thing. You are only three years old, and you remember it so clearly. " My daughter's words brought my memory back to 20 years ago. At that time, I burned incense with a friend and drew a lot. Unexpectedly, the fortune teller's words were deeply branded in her mind.

My brother and sister also came to visit me from other places, lamenting my weak appearance, saying that since I was hospitalized for surgery, my elderly parents have been clamoring to visit me. My parents are eighty-five years old and don't want them to work hard, so they didn't agree to let them come. My elderly mother is more anxious to get angry. On the day of my operation, she was sick and had a fever, and her mother and daughter were one. Family friendship is the best placebo when people get sick and die. My daughter is sensible and caring, and my mother is alive and caring. At this moment, they all turned into vitality to help me recover.

Within 20 days after leaving the hospital, I was weak. In addition to eating, bathing and going to the toilet, I basically lie in bed. In order to prevent postoperative adhesion caused by inactivity, I did some activities at home, but I felt very tired. After walking for a few minutes, I was tired.

A month after leaving the hospital, my body began to have a little strength. I went downstairs and walked slowly in the community for 20 minutes. It feels good to be a monk and move freely. You can have your own breakfast and buy things in the supermarket at your door. Health is the mother of happiness.

Thirty-five days after leaving the hospital, I was very busy, cleaning up the housework and cleaning up the old things I didn't use. It may be overwork, plus hot weather, tonsil inflammation, swelling and pain. Taking anti-inflammatory drugs according to Xiao Bing's prescription is really the same as what W said, so I need to relax during the recovery period.

Looking at being covered in fat, I know that there is a long way to lose weight in the future. ......

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