? I never thought it would break down one day.
? Afterwards, I have been recalling that strange moment, trying to find the reason for the fall, but I can't figure out what happened. That is, for one second, I tried to put the shoe box on the top of the wardrobe and walked to the fourth step of the ladder. Suddenly, I stumbled and flew sideways-yes, it was "flying". I remember the feeling of falling from the air in weightlessness. It was one second.
? The distance between the bed and the window is less than 1.5 meters, and I just fell into this gap. The ground is paved with antique bricks, whose biggest feature is high hardness.
? The moment I landed, the most painful thing was my head. I banged the back of my head on the bedside table. I feel my skull cracked and my head is buzzing. My eyes are blurred and my consciousness seems unclear.
? Then the whole body aches on the right side, especially on the buttocks. I feel really broken into several petals. I dare not move because of the pain, and my right leg is not very painful, but strangely stiff.
? After about ten seconds, I slowly recovered, barely propped up the ground with my elbow, and at a glance I saw the strange twist of my right leg and the obvious outward calf, with a visual observation of 15 degrees. I tried to move, and the severe pain attacked me. I subconsciously let out a cry and felt my vest and forehead start to sweat. The right side of the whole body, the part that touches the ground, hurts so much that I can't move.
? The pain made me gasp loudly, and I could see my nose sweating. Try to be calm! Calm down! I thought in despair: the situation is not good. What should we do?
? It was nine o'clock in the evening, and I was at home alone.
? After a while, I moved to the bed with difficulty. Fortunately, I left my cell phone on the bed.
? The first call was made to an orthopedic surgeon and the situation was briefly described. Then I took photos, added the doctor's WeChat and sent pictures. The doctor replied to me in three words: Come on.
? The second one is old T. He told me not to be afraid and to send someone to take me to the hospital at once.
Finally, I sent a message, WeChat old friend: I fell, I don't think it's good, and I'm crying. She quickly comforted me: don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it will be fine, go to the hospital first.
The first problem I faced: how to open the door when I fell in the bedroom?
The whole right leg can't move, only the outward angle of the calf can be maintained. When I move a little, I feel pain and shout reflexively. I put my hands on the ground and slowly moved backwards in a sitting position, inch by inch towards the door. I only felt sweat on my face and back. I moved for a while and then rested.
? That's a long journey! I sobbed and moved, but my brain still didn't understand what was going on. I just don't want to think about it. Bad luck. I need to go to the hospital.
? When I moved into the living room, I heard a knock at the door. Xiao Wang, a colleague of Lao T, 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 kinds of hardships, Wang moved to the gate. After he came in, he immediately packed 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 pictures at night. The doctor initially judged that the ligament was sprained and may be broken. Because I had an old ligament injury before, the doctor said that I was not optimistic and asked me to stay in the hospital for observation. I have to take pictures the next day to judge the injury.
The right leg is fixed with splint and raised with special bracket, which can make blood flow back and reduce swelling. That night, I stayed in the observation room, kept my posture elevated, and spent a difficult and restless night almost motionless.
? The next day, the leg swelled twice as thick as usual, and it was black and purple from the right hip to the outside of the right thigh. The photo shows that the right leg has comminuted tibiofibula fracture, the tibial plateau collapses, and the anterior cruciate ligament and the left and right accessory cruciate ligaments are injured, which requires surgery.
At this point, I earnestly hope that the ligament sprain or dislocation does not exist at all. 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 will come first.
? After the hospitalization procedures, laboratory tests and various photos were completed, I asked the nurse for a take-away phone number and a nurse's phone number, and then asked Xiao Wang to go back.
? I want to thank Xiao Wang, a young man in his twenties, who came 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 photo-taking, laboratory tests and hospitalization procedures.
? Thank you very much.
? I sent a WeChat to my son who was about to face the college entrance examination, and told him in an understatement that my mother sprained her ankle and would be in the hospital for a few days. Take care of yourself.
? In this way, I was lying alone in a strange hospital with no 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 my landing angle is not good, I broke my tibia and fibula, and my thigh bone hit the tibial plateau, 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 a bone filling platform. The first concrete scheme is "autogenous bone harvesting": the hip bone is cut and the bone is harvested 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 will not be rejected. The disadvantage is that you will get another knife. The second option is to implant artificial bone, which has the advantage of fewer knives, 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 bones himself.
I was lying in a hospital bed, staring at the sky, imagining that my knee was cut, my leg bone was nailed by a steel plate, my hip was stabbed, my hip bone was exposed, I took out the built-in bone, and then I stuffed it into my leg bone.
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? Thinking about it makes my scalp tingle! My heart is really, ten thousand grass mud horses galloped by. ...
? I don't want to be stabbed again, and I don't want to be rejected.
? I took X-rays with my mobile phone and began to send pictures everywhere, seeking medical advice and medicine.
? 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, all my cousins came and took my film to find their familiar old Chinese doctor, who said they would have an operation.
? My brother went to Hunan to see Chinese medicine, and Chinese medicine suggested that I go to him for conservative treatment.
? Old T also asked around, and his cousin helped us to contact a well-known authoritative orthopedic expert at the School of Medicine of Sun Yat-sen University and said that he would have an operation. 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 skilled doctors.
? Three days later, Lao T arranged what he was doing, drove seven hours to Guiyang, went directly to the city orthopedic doctor, and found the director of joint orthopedics under the introduction of a friend. The director does not recommend autogenous bone collection, saying that there is no problem in implanting artificial bone, and the possibility of rejection is very small. At this point, we decided to transfer.
? Old t went through the admission formalities, and then went to the provincial orthopedics department for transfer.
? In those days, I was lying on a push bed everywhere. Looking at the roof of the ward on his back, he pushed through the long winding corridor of the hospital, got on and off with the elevator on his back, and shuttled between the inpatient department and the experimental building. Lying flat looking at the beautiful blue sky in Guiyang, people passing by in the elevator cast sympathetic eyes.
? The sky on the plateau is blue, and the white clouds are as white as brand-new cotton wool. Everything is wonderful, but my leg is broken.
? I have been remembering the moment 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 later, I would fall on the bed, if I wore 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, and go with the flow.
? Have to face it, have no choice.
? I want to thank all my relatives and friends who have helped me: my relatives who have helped me seek medical advice everywhere, my honey who has been comforting me online, my cousin who is busy making a living, my sister who came to Kunming, and of course LG, the super executive ... ...
Thank you very much.
On the third day of transfer, the injured leg is basically swollen and can be operated. The director personally operated it.
Entering the operating room at two o'clock in the afternoon is a moment of expectation and fear. My heart curled up nervously, gritted my teeth and told myself that this was the only way, and I couldn't escape. 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 as close as possible to my knees, open the gap in my spine, and the anesthesiologist began to inject anesthetic.
I don't know if I was too nervous and didn't open the spinal canal, or if the anesthesiologist's level was limited and I didn't succeed in playing anesthetic several times. The nurse helped me tighten my head and feet and curl them into an O-shape. I bit my lip and felt that only the cold fingers of the anesthesiologist were moving on my spine, looking for gaps. The long needle will come in and out later. The feeling of anesthetic entering the bone marrow is that a flowing solid intrudes forcibly, slowly spreads in the body, and 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 with one shot.
? Next, my consciousness became blurred. I only remember being put on a catheter and then reaching out to fix it. My right leg was raised high and fixed, and I felt my thigh bone pressing against my hip bone, squeezing and resisting. A circle of doctors knocked around my knee and felt the calf bone pull over, which was painless and comfortable. In front of me was a circle of operating lights, dangling vaguely, and I fell asleep.
? When I woke up, it was past 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 wrapped tightly with bandages, so that a week after removing the bandages, the bandage marks on my thigh are still clear.
At about eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, the unconscious right leg began to hurt a little, and the anesthetic was about to fail. I know that the most difficult moment has come.
One to three days after the operation, it will be very painful. I can't help it. 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, I secretly don't take them as long as the pain can be tolerated. My mother had a nervous breakdown all her life. She eats valium to sleep, and the more she eats, the more she eats. 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. The terrible pain in my right leg and knee came one after another, which didn't give me a chance to breathe. The whole knee is a pain point, and severe and persistent pain sweeps across the body. I lie on my back, my muscles are tense, my mouth is open, I inhale deeply, I hold my breath, and I exhale slowly. Inhale again, hold your breath and exhale. Pajamas are sweaty and uncomfortable. I dare not move. I am afraid that I will hurt my leg nerve, and I am afraid 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? You can't drink water, you can only wet your lips with a cotton swab, and you are 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's sour. Reached for it and took a bite. The washed bayberry is cold, bitter in the mouth and a little sweet in the aftertaste. At the moment of biting, the biting cold went straight to the nerves, as if the feeling of leg pain was a little less.
? Just eat one by one, eat for a while and have a rest. I couldn't help the pain and began to eat again. One night, I ate a big box of bayberry, and there was none.
After more than four months, recalling that unforgettable night, I still want to praise myself. All night, I didn't press the painkiller pump once, didn't have an injection, didn't take painkillers, and didn't fall asleep for a minute.
? I just gritted my teeth without saying a word and endured nervously. I watched my mobile phone for three or five minutes, and I survived with a box of Yangmei.
It's better to stay up until dawn. People come and go, someone talks to me, the director comes to see me from time to time (telling me that I have taken out a lot of broken bones), and I can eat again, which distracts my attention.
I went to take photos in the afternoon, and the results showed that the operation was a success.
Twenty-four hours later, the pain that made me unable to breathe smoothly was obviously relieved. My tense and sore muscles slowly relaxed, and my sweaty clothes were changed. I felt much more comfortable and finally fell asleep. ...
? Then there is a long recovery period. Every day, various instruments take turns to go into battle: foot bender (joint rehabilitation), ultrasonic massager (prevention of thrombosis), ice compress, physical therapy and so on ... some are one hour a day, some are one hour in the morning and one hour in the afternoon. I foolishly took all kinds of instruments with me, thinking that the service of this hospital is really good.
Later, I learned that it was all at my own expense. Almost all of them are one or two hundred yuan an hour.
Patients with joint fractures are most afraid of bending their feet during the recovery period. Because of postoperative ligament injury, adhesion, loss of elasticity, knee solidified into a slightly bent state, unable to straighten or bend. In order to restore the function of the affected limb, the knee joint must be forced to bend with joint rehabilitation equipment the next day after operation.
? "One week after surgery is the golden period of foot flexion. If you miss it, it will be permanent damage. Ligaments can no longer recover their elasticity. You are a cripple who can't bend his knees. " The doctor said. He lied to me that the golden period was one month after operation.
In other words, if I refuse to bend my legs because I am afraid of pain, I will not be able to squat down to tie my shoelaces, go to the toilet, and jump around when I walk, and I will become a complete cripple.
-All right, then! Bend down!
? For people with tibial plateau fractures, the joint rehabilitation device is an out-and-out torture device. The first time I was tortured, I just set it to 30 degrees. I believe my screams resounded through the entire joint orthopedic layer.
? That's what it feels like to tear a muscle. I can feel my legs tied to the foot bender (the doctor calls the joint rehabilitation machine a foot bender), and my muscles are torn from my knees. That unspeakable pain, no, not pain! I feel that the whole calf is being broken and torn off from the knee.
? Afterwards, I remembered the chicken leg I pulled when I was eating stewed chicken. If this chicken were still alive, I believe it would feel the same way as me.
? In the gap between my sharp howl, there came the voice of "Stop it, Stop it" from old T, and the nurse stopped the machine immediately. I opened my closed eyes, tears streamed down my face, and stopped crying. I saw a room full of doctors and nurses, and three floors outside the door were full of people watching melons.
? Lie in the trough! What a pity! It just fell from the sky!
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The direct result was that no nurse dared to bend my foot the next day. Almost all doctors and nurses knew Hunan coward (don't others feel pain? I have never understood), and people who eat melons come to watch the fun from time to time, so I also met a fellow villager in Hunan. When my family is away and my nurse is gone, my hometown will bring me all kinds of pots (alas, what a pity) and buy me all kinds of breakfast.
? Thank you, fellow villager.
? By the way, I'd like to complain about the care workers in Guiyang (it's really hard to feel without words! If there is, here should be a furious map), one to many, no one will see it without calling. Once my mobile phone died and the nurse disappeared, which made me very embarrassed. Moreover, when I was wet with sweat, she said, if you add more money, I will give you a bath. -What? ! Are you kidding? A day 100 yuan, only a quarter of an hour in the morning at noon and evening at the designated place (many times I order takeout myself, and she won't be happy if she doesn't come), pour all kinds of pots and take a bath by phone, and you want me to pay more?
? Two days later, I fired this big sister.
? In this way, I bend my feet for two hours every day. In my crying (I can face it quietly in the future), I start from 30 degrees and gain weight every day, bending to 130 degrees. Finally, I got rid of the doctor's threat and didn't stand on the operating table and bend over with anesthetic.
? More than 20 days after the operation, the functional recovery of the injured leg basically reached the standard, and I was finally discharged from the hospital. On the day of discharge, I called my mother and told her honestly that I had a broken bone (I used to call her every day and coax her for a month).
Sitting on the bus home, watching the long-lost lively street scene, looking at the distant green hills and the cool breeze blowing head on, I felt deeply that I had survived and returned to the world.
The experience of this fracture, while feeling the strongest pain in my body, also made me re-examine my life. The most common happiness in normal life: walking normally, living normally, going outdoors and watching the blue sky and white clouds. Also, having a good family relationship and having people around you ... is so beautiful and important, but it is so unattainable in the eyes of patients. This feeling, which I have never felt before, has adjusted my outlook on life.
I have seen an ordinary but warm husband, guarding his broken wife's bedside 24 hours a day; Also as a friend, a retired teacher who broke his spine and leg bones cried and swore for two days, anxious to get away from her husband; I have seen a little boy who was killed by a car accident; She is also bored to death by that demented old lady who cries when she is awake (she has four sons and seldom sees them. But as long as someone teased her and called her mom, she immediately laughed and stopped crying.
? Everything in the world is concentrated in a small ward. After I had a serious illness, I realized that in fact, many things in the world need not be taken too seriously. What is there to be serious about? See who will take care of you regardless of all difficulties, who will try their best to alleviate your pain, who will miss you and who will be anxious for you, and you will certainly understand.
At the time of writing this essay, the operation has passed 126 days. I still practice leg press every day, lifting my legs with weight, squatting, walking slowly, and all kinds of rehabilitation training. Two months after operation, the photos showed that the artificial bone had been absorbed almost, and there was no major rejection. The doctor said that it is rare to absorb it so well in two months. The joints are also well bent, almost at all angles. About a hundred days later, I took the chair out of the bathroom and could take a bath. It's still difficult to squat, and I need both hands to support the ground when I get up, but at least, I don't have to worry about not being able to squat in the toilet for the rest of my life.
? Walking slowly 100 meters, the legs will be numb, painful, swollen, discolored, and limping is ugly. I still can't go up and down the stairs, and I can't completely lose my crutches. I will probably leave all kinds of problems in my life: leg pain, chills, being unable to walk for a long time ... I have to remove the steel plate after a year and a half ... Besides, I have become fat! At least ten catties! Damn it! Never accept this fat cripple in the mirror! In recent days, I began to try a light diet, and I have insisted on not eating dinner for five days. Come on!
One day, everything will be the same.
In these experienced lives, we are tempered and polished by fate and opportunity bit by bit, and become the ultimate self. I won't complain about every path arranged by fate. The wisest attitude in life is to face it positively, open the way on every mountain and bridge the bridge when encountering water. Because I know in my heart that every road I have taken in my life is the only way. (20 17-9-20)