Experience of laparoscopic cholecystectomy

Many years ago, when I was in college, I found gallbladder polyps. At that time, the nurse in the school hospital said that the polyp was not big and hung up on purpose, so she could go to a big hospital for reexamination. At that time, I looked it up on the Internet and said it was more than one centimeter, so I needed surgery to remove it because I was afraid of getting cancer. If it's not more than one centimeter, I don't have to worry. Then I left it alone, and it was not until five years later that I began to feel a little pain. I went to the hospital for an examination and said there was more than one. The biggest one is more than 6 cm, so I suggest cutting it off. Then I began to plan when to ask for leave and when to have surgery.

As a result, my mother was ill and hospitalized, so I rushed back to my hometown to take care of her. I took care of her for almost two weeks and was ready to leave the hospital. I want to check my gallbladder and listen to the opinions of the doctors here. Then, after the results come out, one big and one small, it is still recommended to cut them off.

Then he was arranged to be hospitalized, and all kinds of tests passed. After the operation time was determined, I waited for the operation. There were ***4 operations that day. On the day of the operation, intravenous drip began less than six in the morning. After nine o'clock, the doctor looked at the condition and pointed to me and said, this was done first, and then soon, I was pushed away.

To tell the truth, during the examination, the doctor said it was easy. He always made three holes and was discharged from the hospital in five to seven days. Then I naively thought it didn't hurt at all. After being pushed in, there were a group of doctors, about five men and two women, and then I was stripped naked! There is a sense of shame and carefree voice in an instant, but I have come in ... I can only let myself be slaughtered. ...

Then a male doctor started talking to me and said, take a deep breath and relax. Then I felt my arm suddenly hurt, so I told the doctor, doctor, my arm hurts, and the doctor said, nothing, just bear it. I went on to say, it really hurts, the doctor said, take a deep breath, and then I don't know how long it took, maybe less than 20 minutes, a heartbreaking pain. Then, because I couldn't breathe with a tube in my throat, I felt suffocated for a time, and there was an unspeakable despair. My stomach hurts so much that I can't breathe, only to find that I can't move my hands and my eyelids can't open, so I have to make my throat twitch. I wonder if my metabolism is too fast. It only took less than ten seconds, but I feel it takes a long time. ...

After a while, the doctor began to wake me up. Then I opened my eyes very hard. The doctor asked me how I felt. I tried to raise my hand and pointed to my neck. Then, the doctor pulled out the tube inserted in my throat. I finally said that I couldn't breathe, and then he helped me suck the sputum, and then I was in a daze waiting for the pain in my lower body to come out of the operating room. When I went out, I saw my mother and began to cry. My mother also cried. Then I went into the ward and started intravenous drip. I can't move for eight hours after the operation. I just lay there, with a stomachache and a pain outside. My stomach feels like it's going to fall under the bed, and my back aches, but I can't move. I feel that every minute is particularly painful. I ask once every three minutes, what time is it, mom ... and then I really feel that every minute is painful and I really want to die.

In this way, I stayed up for eight hours before I was able to turn over. Then, my mother helped me turn it over a little, and I cried in pain. My tears can't stop flowing, and my heart is really full of grievances. I said I really can't stand this pain. Later, the doctor prescribed me painkillers, and it still hurts, and it hurts every minute. But after about two hours, the feeling of bloating eased, only wounds and wounds. Then I fell asleep in pain. Because the anesthetic has not completely passed, I have been asleep, but I fell asleep in pain one second and woke up the next. I can sleep for a while after midnight. I'm really tired after a long day. I was half asleep until dawn. I was accompanied by my family. Because the anesthetic was not finished and I couldn't snore, my family had to watch, so I didn't sleep a wink all night. Thank you very much.

The next morning, the doctor came to make rounds and said that he would get out of bed and exercise. Oh, my god, it's so hard to get up. It's killing me. Then I stood up with the help of my family, and it was difficult to stand up and breathe. Because the wound was too painful, I ate nothing and was very weak. When I was walking, my right sternum began to hurt, like a fork, which made me tremble. Then I walked for a while, returned to the ward and started intravenous drip until 12 in the evening. Then my stomach still hurts. There were three wounds inside and outside the stomach, and the pain in four places did not stop, but it was better than the first day. I want to turn over in the middle of the night, and my stomach hurts. I have to toss my family to turn over for me in less than a minute. No way, lying flat for a long time, it hurts ... so I survived the second night. On the third morning, I found that the people who had surgery with me began to go out for a walk one after another. I also went out with the help of my family. When I get up and lie down, I'm really dying. It's too painful. My left chest still hurts, but I walked for more than 30 minutes and then let it out. The doctor said I could have some porridge, so I drank it in the afternoon. After drinking, I walked for more than half an hour and fell asleep at night with the pain of the wound. Once I didn't wake up in the middle of the night because I had been lying for too long, and then I tried to turn over by myself. Lying on your side for a while was painful and ended in failure. ...

I fell asleep again unconsciously until 6 o'clock. Then, with the help of her family, the nurse simply washed and began to exercise. I walked back and forth in the corridor of the hospital for about two or three seconds ... for half an hour, and then I had porridge and intravenous drip for another whole day. Until midnight 12 o'clock, the pain of the wound was better than that on the third day, and I slept soundly.

Now according to the doctor, today is the third day after operation, which is not quite the same as my calculation. I started counting from the day I started the operation. On the third day after operation, Longxu Noodles, who had porridge in the morning and couldn't cook well in the afternoon, ate a few grapes, a banana in the middle and a few melons, and felt overeated ... Then he walked in the corridor for about an hour in despair. On the way, I met a guy who had surgery together, walking with the wind, and then told me that I ate a whistle in the afternoon and that the wound didn't hurt at all! I also defecated! Sure enough, I am young, 17-year-old boy, almost thirty, and I can't compare with you. It hurts to lie down and walk, but it's much better than a few days ago ... Well, I can only say that the kind of quick recovery and quick discharge that doctors say should refer to boys. Aunt said that her body was really unbearable and hurt her vitality.

There is another wonderful thing. After the operation, I found that I was two pounds heavier than before! After eating so much, it's a bolt from the blue and it's even heavier! What is justice? ...

Now we should exercise more every day, defecate as early as possible, leave the hospital early and eat delicious food early. I've been tortured to death by greed recently. ...