When I first started work, I had an operation and had a cesarean section. I was a helper with a male intern. The parturient came down with a urine bag and stood there. The butcher and I both washed our hands and disinfected, and the parturient's pants were still on. The surgeon was a little anxious. He couldn't remember the name of the mother for a while, so he said to the intern, "So-and-so, take off your pants quickly, hurry up!" Say that finish to the maternal Mr Make signal with the lips. The little intern may be a little nervous when he followed the operation for the first time. He didn't understand the state for a while and asked, "Huh?" The butcher was in a hurry: "Take off your pants quickly! Hurry up! " I saw the little intern flushed and brushed off his pants! There was silence around.

During my internship in obstetrics and gynecology, the tutor arranged for me to be a second assistant. I was very excited at that time. It was the first time I saw how to give birth to a baby. The parturient had a caesarean section, and the teacher took the baby out and gave it to me. I took it with trembling hands and went straight to the nurse. The teacher suddenly stopped me: Why, I asked you to hold it. I cut the umbilical cord. What's the hurry?

when I was 17 years old, I secretly went to the hospital for circumcision without telling my family. At that time, I was still young, and it was quite embarrassing to be wet behind the ears. Before doing this operation, I specially asked the doctor if it was a male doctor. The doctor gave a sigh, although he was a little uneasy, but he was still at ease. I wish as long as I'm not a female doctor, otherwise I won't get naked in front of women. When I entered the operating room, the male doctor told me to take off all my pants and wait on the operating table, so I did. Then I waited for a long time and the doctor didn't come. I didn't lie down or come down. Finally, I heard something and the doctor came. What is terrible is that he actually brought three female nurses in! I'm ashamed to put my hand over it and my face is red.

I remember a few years ago, when I was an intern, I went to the operating room with my orthopedic teacher for surgery. My teacher was a male doctor with a big beer belly, and he was usually very informal. Every time because of his big belly, his pants would fall back to his ass. If he squatted there with a CB machine, the nurses in the operating room despised him. I thought it was embarrassing enough. As a result, he had an operation once. Because of a long time, this buddy's pants fell directly under his feet. He told all our doctors to bring a rope before going in the future, and buckle an insurance on the outside of their pants in advance!

The students passed on the anecdote from mouth to mouth.

An attending doctor is sick, but he is a little embarrassed. It is hemorrhoids, so serious that he needs surgery.

But he doesn't want to be treated in his own hospital. You know, everyone inside and outside the operating room knows it, and he feels very embarrassed. So he was smart enough to go to other hospitals for surgery.

Things went well. The young doctor in the hospital didn't know him, and the attending doctor and director didn't recognize him. Unfortunately, on the day of the operation ...

The anesthesiologist excitedly said to him lying on the operating table waiting for anesthesia, "Hey, isn't this my old classmate?" What's the matter with you? I thought I mistook the patient's name for someone else. It's really you. Why did it take so long to treat hemorrhoids? Besides, why didn't you come to our hospital without telling me? You know, XX,XX and XXX in our class are all in this hospital! "

The operation was actually very successful. When the operating room was introduced, the students lined the streets to welcome it. Because the anesthesiologist sent a photo of hemorrhoids surgery in the class group, the students came to the hospital one after another to express their sympathy for the hemorrhoids ... < P > The most angry thing was that the attending doctor's classmate complained: "Hey, I don't believe your old classmate's technical level, and I went to other hospitals for treatment. Tell me about you, are you going to invite me to dinner when you leave the hospital?"

In short, in the end, it is well known.

My home is very close to our People's Hospital, and you can see the doctors and patients in the emergency room coming and going from my balcony. My uncle is the vice president of the hospital, and I am familiar with most of the doctors, nurses and other staff in the hospital.

In 1995, at the gate of the hospital, a motorcycle accident caused my collarbone to be shattered. I entered the hospital with my broken arm in one hand. Many doctors and nurses knew me. When I registered, I put my injured arm on the windowsill and called my uncle with my good hand to tell him the situation.

After filming, I said that my collarbone had broken four small pieces, and I immediately arranged the operation. I called the emergency department and one of my hair boys followed me into the operating room. My uncle told the nurse in the cart to go away, and he personally pushed me into the operating room and watched me operate in the operating room.

After a period of time, I came to pinch my injured forehead and asked if it hurts. I said it hurts, then I added anesthetic and asked, but I said it still hurts. He said it's not a good thing to use, so just bear it. I said why did you pinch me so hard? He said forget it. Others used needles to test the effect of anesthetic several times.

I was completely awake during the whole operation, and I heard what the doctors and nurses said clearly. I knew that they were going to sew up my broken bones, fix them with a stainless steel needle and sew up the flesh, and then take out the steel needle when the bones grow in the future.

The most ridiculous thing is that at first, only three of the four bone fragments were found, and I couldn't put them together. The surgeon was a young man, and he groped in my meat for a long time with his fingers. I asked him what he was doing when I was young, and he said that I couldn't find one missing piece. I could feel his groping for bones in my meat, and it hurt, but I could bear it hard. After about five or six minutes (maybe not that long, but I feel very long), I finally found it. When sewing the bone, one hand pressed my shoulder and the other pulled the wire hard, which almost pulled me up several times.

after two o'clock in the afternoon, the operation was finished. At night, I began to feel very painful. I couldn't sleep, so I went to the nurse station to chat with the little nurses (almost all of them knew each other). In the middle of the night, I went to five car accidents, four of them were motorcycles, and only one was an agricultural car. The young man in the agricultural car had his legs broken, but no one was killed. Three of the four motorcycles died and the other was disabled.

oh, my god! The next day, my relatives and friends went to the hospital to visit me, so I told them to help me sell my motorcycle quickly. On the third day, a friend bought my motorcycle with cash. From then on, I never dared to ride a motorcycle again, and even dared not buy a car when I was rich. I didn't buy a car until several years later when it was inconvenient to do business without a car.

I had circumcision in 1997. The surgeon and I both knew each other. The assistant and the little nurse were both women and we were all familiar with them. How embarrassed I was when I took off my pants! But they were not embarrassed at all. After the operation, the little nurse gave me the medicine to prevent erection and explained to me the function and usage of the medicine. At that time, I thought, "How embarrassing it will be to meet again", but after meeting, it was just like nothing happened.

when I gave birth to a baby for caesarean section, I met a male doctor when I was shaving my lower body and inserting a catheter. I was embarrassed to undress, so I turned to a female nurse for help, but what she said made me blush to my heels.

There were ten days before the expected date of delivery when I gave birth to my second treasure. One day, my stomach suddenly began to ache intermittently. Because I had experience in this field when I gave birth to Dabao, I knew that the expected date of delivery might be advanced, but my husband was not at home that day and I was the only one, so I went to the hospital by car alone.

after I went to the hospital to see the obstetrician, the doctor first gave me a B-ultrasound and found that the amniotic fluid was less and turbid. Later, the doctor gave me an internal examination and found that my cervix had opened two fingers. But when I learned that my first child was delivered by caesarean section, the doctor said to cut it directly, and then asked my family to go through the hospitalization procedures for me.

when the doctors knew that I came to the hospital alone, they first gave me a lecture, blaming me for being so careless that I dared to come to the hospital alone when the due date was due, so they detained me and asked me to inform my family to come quickly.

after my husband came to the hospital, he went through the hospitalization formalities for me. At that time, before my parents and my mother-in-law came to the hospital, I was lying in the hospital bed alone and suffering from the pain caused by contractions.

After a morning of pain, the doctor planned to schedule the operation for me in the afternoon, but the pain suddenly disappeared after lunch. Later, I asked the doctor if I accidentally touched my stomach in my life, or hurt my tire gas, which caused my stomach pain.

seeing that my stomach didn't hurt, my mother-in-law told me to leave the hospital quickly. She said that it would cost me an extra day to stay in the hospital, but the doctor said that from my B-ultrasound list, the baby was full-term, and the amniotic fluid was not so good, and the umbilical cord was around the neck. Considering that my first child was cut, she suggested that I have a caesarean section as soon as possible to avoid any accidents.

My mother-in-law was afraid that caesarean section would cost too much. After a long discussion with her, she finally spat out and agreed to my operation.

I was scheduled for the operation at 9 o'clock noon the next day. Just after the doctor checked the room that morning, a female nurse called me to a room. I saw a sign hanging on it saying "skin preparation room". After entering the room, the female nurse pointed to a bed covered with a disinfectant towel and told me to lie down. She would insert a catheter for me, scrape the hair off my lower body and let me take off my pants.

But at that time, there was a male doctor next to the bed, who happened to be facing the bed. The male doctor was writing something with a pen and notebook in his hand. I was embarrassed for a while, but I was embarrassed to take off my clothes. The nurse had already done the preparatory work beside me. When she saw that I was not lying on the bed, she said with a straight face, take off my clothes and lie on it. There are still many patients behind us.

then I pointed to the male doctor and said to the nurse, can you let him out first? How dare you take off your clothes? The female nurse said with a straight face after hearing my words. We have to contact so many patients all day long. Who will have time to watch you take off your clothes and lie down for me? Don't dawdle.

I don't know if the male doctor heard our conversation. He suddenly moved to the side and moved the stool he was sitting on to the door to continue writing. Then the nurse kept urging me to hurry up. Although I didn't want to, I still lay on the bed with my eyes closed. Although I was wearing a mask, I could feel my face burning. After all, this was the first time to take off my clothes in front of the opposite sex.

After these two jobs were ready, I started to go to the operating room, because I was afraid that the urine bag would fall down. I dragged the urine bag in one hand and my pants in the other, then I went into the operating room and waited in bed.

As soon as I lay down, a doctor asked me to put my coat on, and then put my pants down to the knee. When a surgeon saw it, he said that her pants were light in color, so I was stripped naked in full view. Fortunately, the midwife next to me quickly took a piece of cloth to cover me, which relieved my embarrassment.

But when I think that I will definitely open the cloth when I have an operation later, I silently pray that there will be no male doctor. However, this is just my idea. The anesthesiologist is a male doctor.

But I feel that this male anesthesiologist has a much better attitude than the female doctor. He is not fierce at all. He also speaks very gently and softly. The female doctor next to me kept yelling at me because I was too big to get an anesthetic needle. The male anesthesiologist was not listening to me to comfort me, let me relax and cheer me up. Later, with his encouragement, I finally got an anesthesia smoothly.

I'm semi-numb. I heard the sound of a knife scratching my stomach clearly during the operation. Although the operation didn't hurt, the sound made my scalp numb, so my mood was always tense. Especially when I was about to take the baby out of my stomach, several doctors kept pressing on my stomach. At that moment, I only felt sick, nauseous, especially uncomfortable and helpless. The anesthesiologist comforted me that the baby was about to be taken out, so let me hold on. Sure enough, the uncomfortable feeling disappeared instantly after the baby was taken out. To be honest, I was particularly nervous and scared in the operating room at that time, and I was even more nervous about all kinds of yelling at the doctor. Fortunately, the male anesthesiologist was beside me to comfort me.

After the operation, I was pushed back to the ward. At this time, two male staff members, together with my family members, moved me from the cart to the hospital bed like a pig. Because I was naked at that time, I was afraid that I would get naked in the process of lifting me. The two staff members were also very considerate. Considering my embarrassment, they asked my family members to hold the cloth covered on my upper body and asked my husband to lift my thigh.

in the first few hours after the operation, doctors and nurses will check the bleeding in your lower body from time to time, because there are no clothes on the bottom, but there are other patients' families in the ward, and several men keep coming in and out. At this time, the doctor will let all the men in the same ward go out, and in the next few days, the doctor will come every day to drain the blood from your stomach. I won't describe the pain of pressing your stomach. This sour feeling can only be felt by a woman who has had a caesarean section. In the following days, the nurse will come twice a day to ask you to take down your pants first, and then a long clip will hold a piece of cotton wool and scrub your lower body with iodophor. To be honest, this procedure is quite embarrassing for me.

The most embarrassing thing I encountered during the operation was that there was a male doctor beside me when I inserted the catheter and shaved off my body hair. Although it was inevitable that there was some embarrassment when there was a male doctor in the process of giving birth, for doctors, they were more concerned about your health, the health of the child, how to give birth safely and so on. As patients, we should put aside our embarrassment, step on our dignity and try our best to cooperate with the doctor to complete the production.

Therefore, it is more important than anything to have dignity and face when performing surgery, regardless of whether he is embarrassed or not, as long as your operation is smooth and healthy!

Seven years ago, due to improper diet and other reasons, I accidentally suffered from appendicitis. At first, I felt that I just had a stomachache, a little fever and vomiting. I thought I just ate something wrong and didn't take it seriously. When I wanted to vomit, I threw myself on the tap and poured cold water, which made me feel much more comfortable.

It wasn't until later that I had a severe fever and my stomach ached so much that I couldn't walk, that I told my girlfriend that she would accompany me to have a check-up. The doctor said that fortunately, the appendicitis had festered in time, and it was hard to say if I was a day late, so I arranged an operation that evening.

I was pushed into the operating room and lay naked on the operating table. I only felt someone wiping something for me, and then I fell into a daze. A familiar voice beside me was very meaningful: "It was you".