A frightening hospital diary of a fifty-year-old woman. In 2019, I was 50 years old and suffered from perimenopausal syndrome (MPS) and irregular menstruation. Every month, my period would not go away and I would bleed. Yeah, my office is close to the restroom. I go to the restroom all the time. I use two packs of Hushubao 42-inch every day for night use, and my face turns gray. Several colleagues met and asked with concern: "You don't look very good." I thought to myself: If I bleed every day, I will be exhausted. I couldn't help but laugh, thinking that taking some menstruation-regulating medicine would make me better.

On April 16th, I was having breakfast in the canteen of my work unit and there was a sudden flood. Fortunately, I was wearing thick pantyhose. I rushed into the office to check. The pantyhose were soaked and my head was dizzy. I changed into clean clothes and rushed. Go to Q Hospital. The doctor ordered a B-ultrasound examination and diagnosed the uterine fibroids as 75*63*58 and the endometrium as 4MM. He recommended immediate surgery to remove the uterine fibroids. I consulted my cousin Xiaobing, an expert in obstetrics and gynecology, and she also believed that it was in line with the surgical indications and that the uterine fibroids should be removed as soon as possible. Fibroids do not exist for a day or two. They came to my uterus and settled down seven years ago. They grew a little bigger every year and gradually grew to the size of a 3-month-old fetus. I originally wanted to delay it until menopause and wait for it to shrink on its own, but it was too troublesome and had to be removed by force.

I made up my mind. I registered for admission at Q Hospital and went through the admission procedures as soon as a bed became available. Excision is all done.

On April 20, the first department of gynecology department of Q Hospital notified me that I was admitted to the hospital. I quickly packed a few clothes and reported to the inpatient department.

The ward of Q hospital is clean. I was arranged in the 9th bed in Ward 7-9, a triple room with central air conditioning. There was video and Internet access, but unfortunately the Internet speed was so slow that it was basically useless.

What a coincidence. The 7th bed in the same room is a colleague of my husband’s company, who is doing ovarian teratomas surgery, and the 8th bed is a primary school teacher, who is doing endometrial surgery. Three educated patients, They are all laparoscopic surgeries under general anesthesia, and they are all minor gynecological surgeries.

On April 21, the hospital arranged for me to undergo in-hospital auxiliary examinations: six items of sex hormones, liver function, blood routine, kidney function, blood lipids, thyroid function, coagulation function, glycosylated hemoglobin, human epididymis protein, squamous cell carcinoma There were no obvious abnormalities in the quantitative results of cell carcinoma antigen, immune three items (new), and hepatitis B two and a half pairs. Color ultrasound of the liver, gallbladder, pancreas, spleen, kidneys, and ureters showed no obvious abnormalities. Electrocardiogram: sinus heart rate with T wave changes (the same as before), chest X-ray: nodular shadow in the right lower lung field? No mention of size. Vaginal ultrasound: uterine fibroids 71*65*65MM.

The doctor decided to perform the surgery on April 23, but on the 22nd, I suddenly felt pain in urination, constipation, and a urinary tract infection. I went to the toilet every 10 minutes and my pee was burning and painful. I was as anxious as a hot pot. Ant, restless, the doctor has gone to the operating table, so I can only handle it by myself. I asked cousin Xiaobing how to handle it. She said: "Buy Desmodium capsules, cefdinir, and sodium bicarbonate to eat. You cannot operate on urinary tract infection." "General anesthesia surgery requires the insertion of a urinary catheter, which can lead to kidney infection and nephritis." I rushed to the street outside the hospital to buy medicine. After taking the medicine, the symptoms were relieved. I didn't see the doctor until the afternoon, and the urine white blood cells were tested. As expected, it was a urinary tract infection.

There is no other way. Treat the urinary tract infection first, and then you can rearrange the procedure.

Surgery on the 23rd of the 7th bed. She is a young girl in her 30s with fair skin, petite figure, and a soft voice. Her husband is the opposite. He is a tall northerner who talks loudly and basically only listens. When her husband was talking, she returned to the ward after 7-bed general anesthesia surgery. Her husband stayed with her 24 hours a day without changing clothes, coaxing her to eat and make her happy until she was ready to be discharged from the hospital on the fourth day. Her husband may be too tired. I also have a fever. Such a loving young couple, I really envy her. For women, finding a compatible husband who understands how to care for others is an important foundation for a lifetime of happiness. Nowadays, many young girls blindly focus on money when choosing a mate, and they will really cry while sitting in a BMW.

On the 24th, 7th bed was discharged from the hospital, and a sister from Yulin City was immediately admitted to undergo a total uterine appendectomy. The hospital beds in the district hospital were really in short supply.

My urinary tract infection has been cured and I am scheduled for surgery on the 25th. On the 24th, I took laxatives alone to clear my intestines before surgery in the hospital. The nurse gave me an enema to clear my intestines. I took pre-operative nutritional solution before going to bed and fell asleep with random thoughts.

The morning of the 25th finally arrived.

My husband and a friend's daughter came to stay with me. My surgery was the third of the day.

I stopped eating and drinking after 12 o'clock last night. I changed into a hospital gown. At about 11 o'clock, the operating room informed me to go to the operating room. Accompanied by my husband and my girlfriend, I arrived at the operating room on the 19th floor. door.

The door of the operating room slowly opened, and a male nurse dressed in green called me in, pushed an operating bed with green sheets and asked me to lie on it, and asked me: What is your name? Knowingly asking, I guess this is a fixation procedure before surgery. The male nurse very quickly used a surgical needle as thick as a sewing needle to tie a sling bottle on me, pushed me to the operating table, and asked me to move flatly onto the operating table. I was lying on the operating table, with a huge shadowless lamp above my head, several faces wearing cuckolds, and the green masks only showed two eyes. One hand put something like an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose, and told me to take a deep breath.

Soon, I knew nothing.

"So-and-so, wake up, open your eyes." I heard someone calling me in a daze. I opened my eyelids with difficulty. It was my husband calling me, and my throat was so dry that it was smoking.

"Water." I squeezed out one word.

"You can't drink water yet. I'll use water to moisturize your lips first..." Sister Ju, the nurse, said softly.

Sister Ju is a nurse in the district hospital. She was recommended by patients and said she is a good caregiver. Sister Ju worked in the gynecology department from a young age to nearly fifty years old. She has naturally curly hair and pale skin. , a small man who doesn’t talk much and does things quickly.

On the night of the operation, my husband went home to rest. Sister Ju stayed with me all night, and someone had to keep an eye on my infusions for 24 hours after the operation. I also had a pain pump attached to my body, and I slept fairly soundly all night.

I had flatulence the next day, so I started to eat broth and porridge, put antibiotics and oxytocin in, and irradiated the wound with microwaves. The wound is that there are three small holes in the belly, one is in the belly button, and the other two are on the symmetrical sides of the belly button, like three belly buttons.

My classmates, friends, and colleagues came to visit me. Lao Yang said, "Are you still running a marathon?" and Ayu said, "You have a waist like a wasp!", which made me laugh. The wound hurts so much.

The days after surgery seemed to be progressing toward recovery. I look forward to the day I will be discharged from the hospital every day.

On April 29, the doctor in charge informed me after a ward round: I am recovering well and will be discharged today.

The doctor in charge gave medical advice: pay attention to rest and strengthen nutrition; take a full month off, and refrain from bathing, swimming, and sexual life for one month; return to the gynecological clinic after one month, review the blood routine, and regularly review the uterus. Accessory color ultrasound; pay attention to vaginal bleeding. If vaginal bleeding is more than menstrual flow or exceeds 10 days, follow up promptly. Unexpectedly, the last sentence of the doctor's order foreshadowed the subsequent disaster.

On the day I was discharged from the hospital, Sister Ju bought me two large orchard capons that were said to belong to the sweeper sister’s house. They cost 25 yuan a pound. They were fat and big. The 7-bed sister said: “Good soil. The chicken makes me salivate just looking at it. "The eldest sister in bed 7 is so lucky that she also invited Sister Ju to accompany her. Her husband is still with her 24 hours a day. No wonder she is smiling every day and her wounds should recover quickly. There is a saying that companionship is the longest expression of love.

On the day I was discharged from the hospital, she asked me: "Is the man accompanying you your father?"

"It's my husband."

"I'm sorry, let me see. He has a dark complexion and thinks he is older."

More than one person has mistaken my husband's age because he works too hard and has gray hair. Or maybe I look younger. Alas, woman, damn vanity.

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

When I opened the door, my cat turned away when he saw me. He must be angry with me for not seeing anyone for so many days.

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

I have three days off on Labor Day. My husband goes out to shoot, and I stay at home to take care of my flowers and play with my cat.

At around 8pm on May 4th, I suddenly suffered from massive bleeding. The amount of bleeding exceeded 200ML. The bright red blood spurted out like a boiling faucet. I was frightened and sweating all over my body. My husband rushed me to the hospital. In the emergency department of the hospital's inpatient area, the young doctor on duty asked me to do a B-ultrasound. He said I might be on my period, and prescribed some hemostatic drugs before sending me back.

On the evening of May 5, I had more blood. I called Director Zhao of the outpatient clinic and was diagnosed with menstrual cramps. After checking six sex hormones, he reassured me that it could be my last menstrual period. , I will stop menstruating next month.

On May 10, I had heavy bleeding for 6 consecutive days. I was admitted to the hospital again to stop the bleeding. I was still staying in beds 7-9, but the bed number was changed to bed 9.

I saw Sister Ju again, and she asked: "Did the sutures come off because you were bleeding heavily?"

The last time I had a laparoscopic surgery, the wound should not have been sutured. But I still feel sorry for myself.

After being admitted to the hospital, I was given utetocin every day to stop the bleeding and intramuscular injections of motherwort, but the bleeding did not stop. My lower abdomen hurt from time to time, and I felt more and more ominous.

In the ward, I met a patient who was hospitalized for the first time. A woman in her forties had cervical cancer and had a total hysterectomy and appendectomy. She came back for chemotherapy this time. She is a very strong woman, always talking and caring about the patients around her. Sister Ju was recommended to me by her. She told me: "It's useless to cry when you have this kind of disease. It's better to be happy and help good cells defeat cancer. My husband is still so young and he will definitely have to go out to look for cancer in the future. It's useless to think about it. Let's save his life first."

"What are you doing here this time? How many days have you been discharged from the hospital?" I told her truthfully, and she sighed, "I am quite impressed by you. You are better-looking."

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I feel a little happy inside, women are so vain.

On May 12th, Mother’s Day, there was no gift, my stomach hurt more and more, and the bleeding became more and more. I asked my husband to stay with me in the hospital tonight, and the bad feeling in my heart became stronger and stronger.

Sure enough, fate gave me a Mother’s Day gift that I never expected in my life.

At around 8 o'clock on the night of May 12, my lower abdomen became more and more painful. I reported my condition to the young female doctor on duty. I took a hemostatic injection for three days, but the bleeding did not stop and my stomach became more and more painful. The pain was getting worse, and I wanted her to report to the upper-level doctor whether to perform surgery to remove the uterus. She replied indifferently that I was not in her charge, and she had no right to report to the upper-level doctor.

"You can give feedback to the doctor during the doctor's rounds tomorrow."

What kind of medical ethics does this kind of doctor have to save lives and heal the wounded? He is also a bad person in nature. I have scolded her a hundred times in my heart.

I went back to the ward to go to the toilet and I was bleeding profusely. My husband called the young female doctor on duty to see the blood. I went into shock due to blood loss and passed out in the toilet.

I don’t know how long it took, but I heard someone shouting my name in my sleep. I slowly opened my eyes, and it was a male doctor calling me loudly: "So-and-so, answer me, I heard ”. The feeling of shock is like floating on a cloud. It is not painful. It is probably the same as the soul coming out of the shell before death.

"Hurry and push the patient to the treatment room, I want to help her clear the palace," the male doctor ordered.

My husband carried me to the bed in the treatment room, and the male doctor removed the blood from my uterine cavity without any injection of anesthesia.

"Ah!" The severe pain in Qinggong! I held the bleeding hand of the female nurse.

The blood and blood clots rushed out, and the person became more and more empty and painful.

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

My husband and a nurse pushed me in a wheelchair to the outpatient B-ultrasound room. The road was so long.

The vaginal ultrasound took a long time, and a large pool of blood came out.

Back to bed 7, blood was drawn and matched, the best hemostatic needle was used, and an injection was injected directly into the uterus. Damn it, when the needle penetrated the uterus through the vagina, it felt like that Heartbreaking feeling! "Ah!"

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

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

At 2 o'clock in the morning, I asked my husband: "Am I going to die?" My exhausted husband was silent and just asked me to sleep for a while.

The blood kept pouring out, and the post-operative care pads were soaked one after another. I don’t know what time in the morning, the blood matching was delivered.

I can't die, I have to hold on until dawn.

Finally lived to see the dawn of May 13th.

At 7:30 in the morning, Dr. Z, the supervisor, came for a ward check: "I heard that you had heavy bleeding last night and your uterus cannot be saved. I have contacted the operating room for surgery as soon as possible. Laparotomy is the fastest. Should I choose laparotomy?" Laparoscopic surgery?”

“Laparotomy!” My husband and I said in unison.

Womb, uterus, I am finally going to lose you. You gave birth to my daughter. You sent my aunt to visit me every month. I am over fifty, and my aunt is not ready to come and visit me. You But it made me so painful that I wanted to say goodbye! !

I still remember the mood of my first surgery more than ten days ago. I was anxiously waiting for the notification of the surgery. This time, I was looking forward to the notification of the surgery. The first time was when I walked to the operating room. , this time I was pushed into the operating room lying on the bed.

The male nurse in the operating room gave me anesthesia and intravenous infusion. It took three injections before the blood returned. My blood pressure was too low.

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

When I woke up, I returned to the ward. No words came out when I opened my mouth. I have no strength at all and I am tired of breathing.

I still asked Sister Ju to take care of me. On the day of the operation, I didn’t say a word, quietly. The next day, due to being dehydrated for 24 hours, my whole body was swollen, my hands were as swollen as steamed buns, and “my face was so swollen that I couldn’t even see the wrinkles.” Sister Ju teased me. She used aloe vera to apply on my swollen and swollen back. "Aloe vera reduces swelling quickly."

On the third day after the operation, I urinated every half hour and went to the toilet countless times in one day. Sister Ju kept helping me to go to the toilet all day long, and I urinated a lot on the same day. Swelled.

On the fourth day after the operation, a new old patient was admitted to bed 8. The patient who had undergone ovarian cancer resection and then received chemotherapy was already in the third phase of chemotherapy.

The patient is a woman in her fifties, accompanied by a eldest sister who is nearly sixty. She is tall, carefree, chatting enthusiastically with everyone, and even sings and dances in the ward. It feels like she is not here to accompany me, but to make friends. She enthusiastically told me that I should drink more soup and eat better, over and over again. At first, I thought the eldest sister was a nice person, but she would get a bit noisy if she talked too much. I don't like to talk much anymore.

Sister Ju said that chemotherapy for ovarian cancer usually lasts only two years, which is terrible. She hopes that the 8-bed auspicious person and Tianxiang can make a full recovery.

At noon on the fourth day after surgery, I suddenly had a fever of 39.2 degrees. After taking antipyretic drugs, it dropped to 37.8 degrees in the evening. The fever completely subsided the next day. I was very happy to finally return to the earth from the hell gate. It's hard to believe that when I took a photo at the door of the first gynecology area, my whole body was swollen and my face was so swollen that all wrinkles were gone, but my smile was very sweet.

On May 19, the fifth day after the second operation, the doctor made a diagnosis after the ward rounds: slight postoperative pain in the abdomen, no vaginal bleeding, no discomfort such as chills and fever, and stable vital signs. Anemia, uterine arteriovenous fistula, moderate anemia, uterine fibroid dissection, sequelae of pelvic inflammatory disease, intestinal adhesions, scarred uterus, hypoalbuminemia, hypocalcemia, hypokalemia, hyponatremia. Discharged from hospital and took a full three-month rest.

My friend W heard that I was discharged from the hospital and was very nervous: "I was discharged from the hospital so soon. I told the doctor that I didn't feel very good yet and that I had to stay for a few more days."

" Q hospital has a shortage of beds and is forcing people to leave. "I know W is worried about an accident and should be discharged after being stabilized, but after the operation is completed, the hospital will not keep him longer.

W’s worries were justified. When I got home from the hospital and weighed myself, I lost 6 pounds, looked pale, felt weak and wanted to lie down in bed. I have intermittent pain in my lower abdomen, my anus is swollen, I always want to defecate, I have to defecate every half an hour, and I almost live on the toilet. The stool was not formed, and I had diarrhea twice. My cousin Xiaobing said that it was better to check it out. If there is an inflammatory mass in the pelvic cavity, it must be treated immediately. My just relaxed heart was twitching again.

The online appointment was fully booked for three days, so I had to get up early and register at the outpatient clinic of Q Hospital before 7:30.

At eight o'clock, I called the doctor in charge. When she saw how weak I was, she immediately asked me to be the first to see a doctor.

I checked the blood phase and abdominal B and found no inflammatory masses. There was no major problem and I was prescribed some oral medicine.

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

I was worried. My husband accompanied me to see the gastroenterologist again in the afternoon. He helped me take a stool sample and sent it for testing, and told me, "The smell makes me want to vomit."

"These are two parents-in-law!" I looked at him gratefully. After going through the test of life and death, I deeply understand the meaning of being a companion.

The test results showed no major gastrointestinal problems. The anal swelling was caused by the surgery. The doctor prescribed oral medication to regulate intestinal function. I finally felt relieved that recovery was just a matter of time.

In order to keep me company, my daughter planned to take leave to go home with me as soon as I came home from the hospital, helping me cook and give me a bath. Her serious look makes me feel very happy. My daughter is sensible and filial.

"Mom, do you still remember? When I was very young, you took me to a temple to draw lots for fortune telling. The fortune teller said, you are in trouble when you are in your forties. Can you go there to see your daughter's filial piety? Unfilial.”

“It seems like that happened. You were only three years old at the time and you still remember it so clearly.” My daughter’s words brought back my memory to twenty years ago, when I accompanied a friend to burn incense. , she also drew a lot by the way, but she didn’t expect the fortune teller’s words to be deeply imprinted in her mind.

My brother and sister also came from other places to visit me. They sighed when they looked at my frail state and said that since I was hospitalized for surgery, my elderly parents have been clamoring to come to visit me. My parents are already in their eighties. When I was five years old, I didn’t want them to be busy and tired, so I didn’t agree to let them come. My elderly mother was even more anxious and got sick. She got sick and had a fever on the day of my operation. Mother and daughter were united. When people are sick and in distress, family and friendship are the best comfort. My daughter is sensible and considerate, and my old mother is young and loving. At this moment, they all turned into vitality to help me recover.

Within twenty days after I was discharged from the hospital, I was weak and weak. Except for eating, bathing, and going to the toilet, I basically lay in bed. In order to prevent postoperative adhesion caused by inactivity, I moved around at home, but I felt tired and walked Tired after a few minutes.

One month after being discharged from the hospital, my body began to have some strength. I went downstairs and walked slowly around the community. I could walk for twenty minutes. It feels so good to be a monk and move around freely. You can go have breakfast and buy groceries at the supermarket at your doorstep. Health is the mother of happiness.

Thirty-five days after I was discharged from the hospital, I couldn’t stay idle. I tidied up the housework and cleaned out the old household items that were no longer in use. I may have been a little overworked. Coupled with the hot weather, my tonsils were inflamed, swollen and painful. I took Xiaobing’s prescription for anti-inflammatory drugs. The medicine is exactly what W said. You should take it easy while you are still recovering.

Looking at the fat all over my body, I know that the road to losing weight in the future will be long...

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