The ward was filled with a strong smell of potions, and the white layout set off the pallor of my life. I was in a coma for a week when I came out of the intensive care unit. I only wake up for a short time every day. My mind is in a daze. I just want to sleep and close my eyes. How hard it was during that time. Give a few bottles of intravenous drip every day, hold a needle in your hand, and hang water on your swollen hand. I was helpless, helpless. A week later, I changed from a five-person ward to a three-person ward. It was much quieter in an instant, less noisy, and my consciousness became more and more sober. I spend more and more time awake every day, and the medicine I hang is slowly decreasing.
During my stay in hospital, I missed a very important event, my sister's wedding, which was the most important event in her life. But there is nothing I can do, and my parents are in a dilemma. They have to take care of me and arrange the wedding at the same time, so I finally thought of a half-hearted way, that is, let my two aunts take care of me in the hospital. So, I also dragged two aunts to miss my sister's wedding, so I had to. I saw my sister's wedding photo. She was beautiful that day, very beautiful. ...
When my parents went to the wedding, I was able to get out of bed and walk, but I needed help when I was unstable. But that night, the hole in my head where the drainage tube was inserted began to ooze blood. I was lying in bed late at night and felt my pillow wet. As soon as I looked up, I panicked and called my aunt immediately. My aunt called the doctor at once. The doctor said there were no stitches, and it was nothing serious. I got two stitches right away. Without anesthesia, I can feel the needle passing through my scalp, followed by needle and thread, tearing. I didn't dare to close my eyes or even lie down that night. I'm afraid I'll bleed again after lying down. Time passed and my parents came back. Since that night, the gauze on my head hasn't dried, and then blood oozes out every day. Four or five layers of gauze are thick, and blood can be seen outside. The doctor said the wound was infected, and then I started every day. Hanging ultra-high concentration of anti-inflammatory drugs, inflammation gradually improved, and the amount of bleeding began to decrease slowly. The stitches were removed in the front, but there is still such a big wound in the back. Because of inflammation, the stitches were removed in advance, and the wound was open and could not heal. The longer the dressing change time, the longer the exposure time. Finally, a small part of the skull is exposed, and you can see the bones when you open the gauze. When I changed the dressing, I used the tweezers. I can feel the friction on my skull. There was the sound of tweezers hitting the bone. The whole skull can feel it. I feel more anxious when the wound doesn't heal. So I discussed it and the doctor sewed it again. Very painful, tears mixed with a runny nose. Without anesthesia, I can feel the needle forcibly passing through my scalp, and then the thread shuttles through the scalp and tightens again. The doctor saw it. On the day of sewing, the scalp was very painful, and even a small action could tear the wound. Even when I walk, my scalp hurts and I feel irritable. The wound was red and swollen the next day. It seems that the suture method didn't work, so the doctor removed it for me. Then, I started dressing in the clinic where the wound was re-bandaged. The hair that has grown for two months has been shaved, and the two-month dressing change time in the ward is over. This doctor is prescribing medicine for me and then diminishing inflammation. During this time, the wound has also become smaller. I don't have to hang water except for dressing change. The dressing change here is very light, unlike the pain in the ward. In the ward, the doctor put a big cotton ball into the wound and rubbed it hard, causing pain and irritability. Here is a very thin cotton swab, which is very light. Insert it slowly. The pain is much better in an instant, and time is up again. I have an idea that the wound can't heal. Except for the obvious atrophy and change of the wound in the first two weeks, there is basically no change in the back. The wound still shows no signs of healing, and the skin flap interlayer of the scalp begins to bend inward. Therefore, every time I change the dressing, I scrape it off with scissors and scrape the bleeding, leaving only the newly grown tender meat. Day after day.
In the ward, I also met fellow villagers and made many friends. There is an old woman with a cerebral hemorrhage in the next bed. She walked into the operating room. She didn't wake up for months after the operation, and she kept sleeping and sleeping. She has a son and three daughters. Every day his children are at his bedside, shouting "Mom, wake up …" She is very filial and takes turns to take care of their mother like that every day. Suddenly there was a particularly heavy atmosphere, that is, the doctor told them that grandma might not wake up. At that time, the whole ward was heavy and depressed, and grandma's daughter sat on the bed crying. I really feel the fragility of life and the helplessness of birth. They cried bitterly, and we could do nothing but silence. A few days later, they were transferred to Yuexi to continue their rehabilitation, hoping for a miracle.
My wound is still not healed. The attending doctor discussed changing his major and doing a flap operation. So, from the seventh floor to the eighth floor, neurosurgery turned to plastic surgery. The doctor in that department said, fortunately, it's here now. According to the analysis, if you don't have surgery, just change the medicine, even if you change it for half a year, you may not be able to recover. Then you can analyze how to do this operation and hang anti-inflammatory water for a week. I also walked into the operating room. The walls and doors of the operating room are white, just like the laboratory in the movie. The quilts are all green. There is only one bed in the operating room with a headlight on it. I was lying on the bed in the operating room, listening to the doctors discuss how many knives to use, and then they gave me a thick tube to suck hard. After smoking, my consciousness became more and more blurred, and my eyes became more and more hard to open and close. Before anesthesia, I only remember that my head was heavy and my brain was groggy. Because I couldn't sleep with my eyes closed, I could only open my eyes, but I couldn't open them and my head couldn't move much. Once I went to the toilet and felt my head was floating, I stayed awake until more than three o'clock in the afternoon, and I couldn't sleep until the anesthetic effect.
In this ward, I also made many friends. A grandfather with a broken leg had the same problem, especially rejection, and the wound could not heal. He is very nice. There are also many kind nurses and sisters who give you injections and chat with you every day, because my hair has been shaved because of surgical dressing change. Many people think I am a boy and call me a boy. Always explain that I am a girl. Then I waited for the wound to heal. The next day, when I changed my dressing, I saw the photos. The skull is not exposed, a little red and swollen. It was stitched by pulling the scalp. The suture is the letter Z, with only a small amount of blood oozing, which is quite good. Then I eat eggs every day. I'm afraid to eat eggs. There is also black fish soup that is difficult to swallow, which promotes wound healing. Time passed quickly, but there were still several wounds. I'm afraid I fell asleep and crushed the wound. A few days later, I told the doctor that I had two more stitches. For me, I can't feel the suture, and it still hurts a little. Later, there was no seepage at all. The wound is dry. I can pull out the thread. I started the discharge operation. I bid farewell to three months in hospital and my hands full of needles.
Later, I completely recovered. These experiences are like a dream. When the hair grows out, the scar disappears. If you see me now, you would never think that I would go through these experiences. Some experiences will never be forgotten. I was lucky to wake up on the day of the operation. If not, I will become a vegetable. The sequela will be paralysis, a curse or a blessing. It's all experience.
What survived were all good scenery. Anyway, the darker the sky, the brighter the stars. What are you afraid of?