The first operation is terrible for many people, representing misfortune, but it is warm for me.
I remember when I was in the second grade, a small piece of meat on my right hand was swollen. The father said, "It may be a tumor. It needs to be surgically removed." When I heard about the operation, I was scared to death. I've only seen others perform surgery, but I've never seen anyone with a knife on him! But I can't. He is my father. It is difficult for my father to disobey his orders.
Grandma set a date for the operation. I've been trying to slow down the time or stop it altogether for a few days before the operation, but the day of the operation has arrived. I followed my father to the hospital. I don't remember what I did at that time, but I changed a pair of slippers and walked into the operating room. I went to the operating table and lay down. Aunt nurse tied all my limbs to the operating table. I think I may be afraid that I will struggle, which makes me more nervous.
My mother rushed in as soon as the operation started. I saw her sweating. Besides my father, an uncle operated on me. The dazzling light stung my eyes. My mother covered my eyes with her rough hands. Mom's hands are cold, but my heart feels particularly warm.
After the anesthetic injection, the operation began. Although my eyes are blindfolded, according to my feeling, my father definitely didn't cut the first knife. I didn't see it or ask him. During the operation, my right hand did not feel anything. I really want to see what my hands have become, but I dare not. Through the seam of my mother's hand, I saw her haggard face looking anxious. Although she knew that I was anesthetized and didn't hurt, I knew from her expression that she was in pain.
Although this is only a minor operation, it contains the love of parents. I also feel their warmth.
Everyone has many memories in his life. Some are sweet, some are happy, some are unforgettable ... but in my operation, I deeply remember it in my heart.
It was a cloudy day and I was walking home from school. Suddenly I had a terrible headache, so I had to walk home first. When my mother saw my sad expression, she immediately turned pale and said to me anxiously, "Oh, are you all right, son?"
My mother can't wait to take me to the hospital. Somehow, my mother had tears in her eyes. Maybe she was worried. The doctor said that I have chronic sinusitis and need immediate surgery. My mother and I feel cold when we hear these two words.
Before entering the operating room, my mother held my hand tightly and kept comforting me to be brave and strong. The doctor took me into the cold operating room. I felt very nervous and helpless when I saw the instruments and computers on the desk, but I remembered my mother's comfort and a warm current came to my heart. Lying on the operating table, the doctor picked up a "tube" and took many photos in my nose. Then he picked up a strange thing and put it in my nose. When I felt a burning smell in my nose, the doctor said it was over. I immediately ran out of the operating room excitedly and said happily to my mother, "Mom, I don't hurt at all!" " "Mother's face with a gratified smile.
Everyone is afraid of surgery, but I'm not. Because I know that there is always someone behind me in my life. If I fall, she will help me up. She is the mother.
I got rhinitis when I was young. When I have a slight cold, my nose will run straight. My mother took me to see a doctor. The doctor said to go to turbinate hypertrophy for plasma treatment.
On the morning of February 2, when the doctor anesthetized my nose, it was finally my turn to do plasma treatment.
4 minutes before treatment
My heart was pounding when the doctor called my name. I put my hands together and prayed to heaven: I hope plasma therapy will not hurt. If there is, it will only hurt a little. I wish the doctor could do it faster ... My mother seemed to read my mind and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, plasma therapy won't hurt."
3 minutes before treatment
My heart is beating harder and I'm about to jump out. After all, this is my first time to do plasma therapy. Can I not be nervous? At this time, my mother's words echoed in my ears again: "honey, let's go eat steak after plasma." Thinking about it, I think I smell steak. I whispered: plasma therapy won't hurt, plasma therapy won't hurt ... At this moment, my mother whispered to me: "Baby, come in quickly, the steak is still waiting for you!" " "
Before treatment 1 min
I thought to myself: I am so brave, how can I cry? In addition, the uncle who just had plasma treatment didn't cry, but he was still talking and laughing when he came out. Maybe plasma therapy really won't hurt. Yes, I will face the difficulties in life bravely, and I won't let my mother down.
during the treatment
I sat in the chair, took a deep breath, and then looked up. After everything was ready, the doctor looked at my inferior turbinate and said, "Little friend, this anesthesia is a failure. It will hurt during treatment. You should be patient." I nodded wisely.
Today, my classmate told me with a sad face that she had a little problem and needed a minor operation. She was scared and asked me what to do. I told her to keep a calm mind, and the more I was afraid that the situation might get worse. Anyway, you should come early and come late, so you should relax. ......
After my classmates left, I remembered my first operation in Wuhan:
That year, I was in the fourth grade, and my tonsils needed surgery. I was scared too, but I couldn't escape, so I had to follow my mother to the hospital.
At that time, the doctor's time was full, and it took me four days to operate. For this, I am glad for a long time.
However, I was soon unhappy: in the hospital, all I had to do every day was drip, and only drip. It's hard not to move for hours!
Four days passed quickly and I came to the operating room. Sure enough, it was as scary as I thought: white sheets, white lights, doctors in white coats ... everything was white.
When I woke up, the operation had been completed. I just feel a burning pain in my throat. The nurse told me not to move for 0/2 hours and sent me back soon.
The tragedy begins now. ......
I have to take 7 bottles of medicine every day, I can only eat liquid food, and there are a lot of medicines waiting for me ... Oh, it's really hard!
Finally, I was cured. My throat doesn't hurt every once in a while as before, but it's much better now. I think it is worthwhile to exchange long pain for short pain.
This is my surgical experience.
The first operation was performed on June 6, 2005, when I went to a Chinese medicine hospital for hernia surgery. Although I have read the story "Long Ears Going to the Hospital" before, and I have also learned some precautions in surgery, I am still a little nervous and scared.
I was on the same stage as my little cousin, and I was the last one. I was scared, so I was put last.
My mother sent me to the door of the operating room, and I wouldn't go in anyway. Later, the doctor said that my little cousin had already had surgery in it, and people were not afraid at all. If I am so timid, aren't I afraid my little cousin will laugh at me? Under such circumstances, the doctor uncle tricked me into the operating room.
So scared. It's cold inside. All the medical staff are wearing masks, green surgical gowns and blue hats. The doctor told me to lie in bed, but I was just shaking with fear. The doctor gave me a candy, saying that the injection would not hurt after eating this candy. The injection really didn't hurt much, and then I was under general anesthesia. I passed out. After waking up, I opened my eyes wide and went back to the ward. Mom said that the anesthetic had not been given at that time, so she was still not conscious and cried loudly like a drunk. My aunt pressed my leg, my mother held my head, and my aunt was a nurse, which also calmed my mood. Then I fell asleep again and slept until three o'clock in the afternoon. When I woke up, my stomach was growling with hunger. But the doctor wouldn't let me eat it.
So I persisted for a day and a night before I could eat. It feels like I haven't eaten for years. The wound hurts when you are full. But when I saw my mother's distress, I deliberately said it didn't hurt, because I was a man. I want to learn to endure everything, so I persisted for a day and a night, and the pain gradually stopped. My cousin and I started to cut the bed to play.
Wow, the taste of surgery is really uncomfortable!
This summer vacation is very special for me, because this is my first operation.
That day, I was admitted to the hospital with my heart pounding. I'm scared, because being admitted to the hospital means having an operation right away. Later, I made some new friends in the hospital. They are all as nervous as I am about to have an operation. Then, we chatted and played together, and slowly we forgot the nervousness about the coming operation.
It will soon be the next day, and I was the first to have an operation that morning. A doctor aunt took my hand and walked into the operating room. After going in, I felt trembling all over. The operating room is big and quiet, but I feel more nervous. I lay on the operating table and felt like a poor mouse. Later, the doctor's aunt gave me three injections, and then stuck a long and thin needle in it. Slowly, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I found an oxygen mask on my mouth, an electrocardiogram in my left hand and a needle in my right hand. I tried to take off my mask, but I was stopped by a doctor named "Big Wolf". He told me not to move.
I lay there in a daze. When I woke up, I was already lying in a hospital bed. It's especially warm to see my parents and grandma around. It turns out that surgery is not so terrible.
Every time I pass by the dentist's office, I think of my first operation. I remember it was a weekend morning, and my mother took me to the dental clinic for oral surgery. I was very flustered on the road. Does it hurt when doing surgery? The more I think about it, the more I get scared. When I first arrived in front of the clinic, it was as if there were countless rabbits jumping around my chest and almost jumping out of my mouth. I was lying in the treatment bed, and suddenly I calmed down when the dazzling light shone overhead. I saw the doctor put a ball of cotton into my mouth and then gave me an anesthetic. Ouch! That anesthetic anesthetized my mouth in the blink of an eye, and suddenly I felt that my mouth was full of bloating and I gradually lost consciousness. ......
The doctor will operate on me soon. I closed my eyes in horror and waited for the pain to come. I only heard a "crack" and my mouth immediately bled. I didn't know at the time, but I didn't know until my sister told me. But I only felt a slight vibration in my mouth. Is it because the anesthetic is still awake? After a long time, there seems to be a bug crawling in my mouth, but I don't know what the doctor is doing. After the operation, my heart calmed down.
When I got home, the anesthetic gradually woke up and my mouth began to ache. Then the pain lasted for a while, as if a villain was hitting me in the mouth with a sledgehammer. I don't want to say a word, just curl up in my cot, hoping that the pain will pass quickly. My mother looked at me in pain and asked me if I wanted to take some painkillers. I wanted to eat something, but after listening to my mother's side effects, I held back.
Time passed slowly, but I got through it and the pain became lighter and lighter. I also ate a big bowl of rice in the evening.
Whether it is happiness or pain, I think it is an unforgettable memory.
Today, my parents took me to the First People's Hospital of Changzhou for hemangioma resection.
When we arrived at the hospital, we first found an empty place to park our car, and then went to the hospital registration desk to hang up several "plastic surgery departments". After hanging up the number, we came to the "plastic surgery department" on the third floor according to the distribution map of the hospital.
We saw director Wang preparing to close the door for surgery at the entrance of the operating room. Dad quickly stopped him and told him that the general surgery asked us to see him for surgery. Director Wang showed it to me first and said, "You wait here, I want to operate on the people inside." . We said, "no problem". We waited for a long time, and finally Director Wang came out. He first asked his father to sign the consent form for the operation, and then asked him to go to the second floor to pay for anesthesia. Dad said to the doctor, "Our children have asthma and allergies. He may be allergic to anesthetics. " Director Wang said, "What shall we do? You can't fight without it! " Mom said, "Give it, and charge less". Dad went to buy anesthetic. When buying anesthetic, Director Wang asked my parents to wait outside. He took me into the operating room and told me to take off my shoes and lie on the operating table. Because it was the first operation, I suddenly felt extremely nervous and my heart thumped. The doctor said, "I'll give you some anesthetic first." After anesthesia, the doctor started the operation and I closed my eyes. During the operation, because there was less anesthesia, it was very painful. I held the operating table tightly with my hands, and then I smelled a burning smell. Then the doctor held a piece of cloth tightly against the wound. A few minutes later, the operation was over. I said, "Thank you, Uncle!" The doctor smiled and said, "I should thank grandpa." I smiled.
Walking out of the operating room, the doctor told his parents that the child was brave and strong. And explain the matters needing attention after operation. Then we went home happily.
The first operation composition 9 everyone will experience many firsts when growing up, some are novelty, some are breakthrough, some are fear, some are legend ... In my memory, the most impressive thing is the first operation.
It was a snowy night. We went back to our hometown in the countryside for the Spring Festival. After dinner, we took my uncle's car back to the city together.
On the way back, my uncle drove rampage because of drunk driving. At that time, drunk driving had not been punished, and we were not particularly careful. Finally, we collided with another car. My nose hit the fire extinguisher in the car and I was bleeding profusely. I heard my mother crying, and then I lost consciousness.
When I woke up, I found myself in the hospital operating car, and my mother was by my side. I asked weakly, "Mom, will I die?" Mother said, "It's all right, son. You're gonna be okay. Don't cry. Don't be afraid to have your mother by your side. "
He was pushed into the operating room because he needed surgery for his nose injury. When I first entered the operating room and saw so many doctors around me, I was cold and full of fear. After being drugged, my consciousness was still awake, my heart hung in my throat, I suddenly shivered, and tears flowed involuntarily. Will it hurt? Will you lose your nose? I'm very worried.
Finally, the scary operation was over. I heard the doctor say that the operation was successful, and the children cooperated well, and there was no sound at all. At this time, I shed tears again. I feel lucky and surprised.
The first operation left an unforgettable scar on my nose. For others, it may just be an inconspicuous scar, but for me, it was a painful accident. The first operation also sounded the alarm for me and my relatives: for the sake of family happiness, don't drink and drive!