What embarrassing things did you experience during the operation?

A friend of mine got hemorrhoids, and it happened again last year. It was very serious. He went to the hospital for treatment, registered in the hospital and had an examination. Finally, the doctor said to stay in the hospital for observation and surgery. He didn't want to at first, but he hesitated for a while and agreed. After the hospitalization procedure, the doctor prescribed an intravenous drip first and an operation tomorrow. It was a minor operation, but he went into the operating room the next day. The doctor came out and said that the operation was very good, just have a good rest. But the doctor's face is very bad. We didn't ask much either. Only then did I know that during the operation, he farted and made the doctor's face bleed. The most important thing is that blood comes from chrysanthemums, and the psychological shadow of doctors cannot be measured.

Around June 18, 10, a big bag broke out on my back, and it hurt badly when I gently pressed my hand. I have no choice but to go to the hospital. The doctor's advice is to crush the bag, squeeze out the pus inside, and then insert the drainage strip until there is no pus inside.

Here comes the point. I was lying on my stomach during the operation, because it was a minor operation, so there was no anesthesia. The man who operated on me was an elderly uncle Xie Ding. Now think about why you chose such a funny doctor. He pinched it under my pustule with a surgical tool, which was sour and refreshing ... I felt that the back bone plate was filed and it hurt terribly.

The funny doctor poked me with something like a needle, and at the same time kept shouting "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh", shouting loudly: pus, pus.

I have cramps down there. He is so excited up there! After I finished, I looked back at him. Ayou is embarrassed because the incision of pustule is relatively small, and because of the high pressure, pus squeezed out from the back, like that from the high-pressure water gun, has soared to his clothes. There is also a naughty one who shoots directly on the glasses and stinks. I guess the doctor is also thinking about how to pick up a joke today ... hahaha, sorry.

Brother Bao has personal experience.

Remember when Brother Bao was in the sixth grade?

I broke my leg because it was too leather.

What hurt at that time was a cold sweat

Then my family took me to the hospital.

The doctor gave his brother Po a word directly.

Very serious

perform an operation

Immediately revealed a very anxious look.

I was scared, too.

Because I am young.

But the family listened carefully.

Turn around and go.

Then I went to another hospital.

Here, here

Something interesting happened.

Find an orthopedic surgeon

That doctor is cold.

Tell your family.

Put on a plaster

Go home and rest for three months. It's okay.

Put on a plaster

Then I bought another pack of medicine.

The total cost is less than 400 dollars.

Now think about it. If you have surgery,

It's possible that not only is it not done well.

Will really become a basket case.

It's really scary to think about it now.

therefore

Friendly Reminder

To cure a disease, go to a busy big hospital.

People have limited beds.

Can I not operate on you?

I'll send you away.

I always think I am in good health. I insist on swimming two or three times a week. I often go out to climb mountains and take pictures, and I never feel tired.

But when I went for a physical examination in March, the doctor suddenly said that there was something wrong with my kidney! One side is shrinking, and the other side has a "occupation", so we have to go to the hospital for further examination.

There was a class the next morning, and I hurried to the nearest public 3A hospital in the afternoon. First, I went to the Department of Nephrology. A woman doctor in her fifties asked me to do B-ultrasound and urine test. After seeing the results, she told me to go downstairs to the urology department. A 40-year-old male doctor here suggested that I be hospitalized at once, saying that the examination fee could be reimbursed a lot to reduce my burden.

Then I started a long examination process: blood test, defecation, fluoroscopy, CT, MRI ... and I went to the nuclear medicine department of another big hospital to have a nephrogram.

The conclusion is that the left kidney atrophy cannot be cured; There is a tumor in the right kidney. Whether it is malignant or not can only be diagnosed by pathological examination. But doctors say that 90% of tumors may be malignant. There is no other way but to take it out quickly through surgery.

The risk of this operation is still quite high, because the left renal function is not big, and the tumor on the right can only be removed. In case something goes wrong during the operation, you'll have to live on dialysis. However, with the development of medical technology, what needs to be done is minimally invasive surgery, that is, three holes more than one centimeter long are punched in the waist, and a probe and a scalpel are inserted respectively for enucleation, which has much less impact on the body.

One afternoon before the operation, a nurse came to me and handed me some things. One is a surgical gown, which will be worn tomorrow morning. It is especially forbidden to wear any clothes inside. Deposit 100 yuan, cleaning fee in 4 yuan. The second is a nursing pad, which is placed on the bed after the operation to prevent the sheets from getting dirty. Charge 10 yuan. And she asked me if there was any hair on my waist, and I said no, and she said that she didn't need to prepare leather clothes, so she took the spare bag away. I am relieved, because I have seen a relative's skin preparation before hernia surgery, that is, shaving pubic hair, which is quite sad.

Unexpectedly, I still failed to escape. Before six o'clock in the morning, the nurse on duty came to the ward and handed me a Kaiser dew. Tell me to empty my stool immediately and then put on my surgical gown. You can't wear anything inside, waiting for the skin. I said yesterday, didn't I say you don't need to prepare your skin? She replied: you have to insert a catheter! Now my head is spinning. Anyway, do it.

After doing this, the nurse came in and asked me to take off my pants. She put a plastic cloth under my ass and started the operation. To tell the truth, I was extremely nervous at that time. Her movements were gentle and didn't cause me any stimulation. Moreover, the nurse's profile is very dignified, and her work is very focused, so that people have no evil thoughts. She quickly prepared the skin, and I finally didn't make a fool of myself.

She asked me to wash my lower body with water because I used talcum powder, and then I went out. I looked down, as if I had returned to my childhood, and my hair was gone. The bed is clean, too The nurse is really careful.

After washing, I lay quietly in bed and waited. Before eight o'clock, the master of the operating room came pushing the cart. I climbed into the car barefoot in my surgical gown, and the master pushed me into the operating room. After the doctors and nurses carefully handed over, the cart changed its chassis and entered the operating room.

The operating room was spacious, and I climbed to the middle operating table by myself. The bed is very narrow, only about 50 cm. Early in the morning, the role of air conditioning has not come out, and the room is a little cold. The nurse brought two big cushions to cover me and my legs respectively.

A middle-aged female doctor with glasses came over and gave me an embedded needle on my wrist. She said not to be nervous. The whole operation was a painful injection. This injection can be used for 4-6 days. After a while, after the preparation was completed, the doctor checked his identity again, brought me a mask, let me breathe in, and then I didn't know anything.

I woke up and found myself pushed into the corridor. At the door, I can ask the doctor what time it is. After waiting a little, the doctor saw that I was completely awake, so he asked the master to push me out, and my wife and brothers greeted me at the door. Everyone was relieved to see that I was in good spirits.

Later, I heard from my wife that the operation went well. The process of tumor resection was originally scheduled to be less than half an hour, but it actually took only 18 minutes, and the bleeding was only a few milliliters. Then the doctor showed them the cut tumor, a bit like a chicken heart, a little more than a centimeter.

The cart arrived at the door of the ward, and the crowded cook happily carried me to the hospital bed. I just found out that I had a catheter inserted and a urine bag attached. Then insert the drainage tube into the waist wound with a negative pressure ball.

Two nurses rushed over, quickly inserted an oxygen tube into me, brought a monitor, put electrodes on my chest, put armbands on my arms to measure blood pressure, and put clips on my fingers to measure oxygen saturation. Then the buried needle in the right wrist began to drip, saying that it was necessary to hit nearly 2000 ml. Now, my whole body is full of tubes and I can't move.

Actually, I can't move without intubation, except my hands and feet. My waist doesn't look like my own. I can't twist it at all.

Strange to say, this afternoon, my brain was particularly awake, I was not sleepy at all, and my wound didn't feel particularly painful. It is because I have a catheter that I always feel like peeing. In fact, urine has long been out of the control of sphincter, and it has flowed out by itself. Because of kidney surgery, the doctor asked to record the daily urine volume. Fortunately, my urine output has been normal, and I have more intravenous drip than usual.

Before dinner, the nurse came to check my wound and found a big problem: maybe the drainage tube was in the wrong position, and the negative pressure ball didn't suck much blood, but it seeped along the wound and got my clothes wet. Call a doctor, re-dress the wound and change clothes. You need to buy gauze bags and scissors for each dressing change, and 25 yuan will not submit an invoice for reimbursement every time. I changed the gauze four times this day, and 100 yuan was gone.

The doctor told me not to eat or drink before ventilation. Because of the nutrition injection, I didn't feel hungry, just thirsty, and finally my tongue blistered. Fortunately, I finally farted at dinner time and sucked a little water.

After dark, the embarrassing thing came. A chubby little nurse came in with a cart and said she would disinfect me. I can't move my hands, so she pulls out of bed, pulls down her pants and wipes my lower body with iodine cotton. At first, it was applied to the inner thigh and scrotum, feeling cool and comfortable. Unexpectedly, as soon as the cotton ball touched the glans, my little brother immediately tilted up and "ate" the tube. The terrible thing is that the pipe is still bending. Don't scream at me It hurts! The nurse in urology department must have seen too much. Adjust the tube by hand and continue to wipe it at the coronary sulcus. Now JJ is becoming more and more difficult, which makes me feel ashamed. I wish I had a hole to climb into!

After disinfection, the nurse pulled up my pants, covered the quilt and left. My urethral orifice hurts, and soon JJ will soften and spit out the tube. That smell is really unpleasant. At night, the uncontrollable morning sickness woke me up again. At dawn, the little nurse came to disinfect again. At this time, my intravenous drip was finished, so I could free my right hand to straighten the tube first, avoiding unbearable pain.

From then on, I heard the nurse call "Disinfect!" every morning and evening. My heart began to tremble. Fortunately, the nurse on duty in the next few days didn't stimulate my little brother as the little fat man did the day before. They just dabbed at my urethral orifice. Besides, I didn't have an injection for the next few nights. I straightened the pipe ahead of time, and although there was some reaction, it was not unbearable. On the third day, the nurse observed carefully and found that my glans was a little swollen. She immediately called the male doctor on duty to see it. He said that because the catheter was inserted, the foreskin turned down automatically, and told me to pay attention to turning the foreskin up by hand often, otherwise it would be troublesome to form incarceration. I took the opportunity to ask for catheter removal, and he replied that it would take another day or two. ...

Finally at noon on the fifth day, after intravenous drip, the little fat man came to pull out my catheter. I saw that she quickly put on her gloves, fiddled with the syringe for a while, and then held my penis in one hand and the tube in the other, crying and saying, "Take it, it hurts a little!" " Brush, the pipe has been pulled out before I shout it out. Although the urethra hurts a little, I feel much more relaxed. In addition, the drainage tube on my waist was replaced by a drainage strip two days ago, and the tube on my body was finally gone!

You can get up and go to the toilet by yourself in the afternoon. There is no bathroom in this ward, and it takes more than 20 meters to get to the public bathroom in the corridor. Because you still need to count the urine volume, you should carry the urinal on your back every time, sprinkle it in the pot first, look at the scale and then dump it. Sick in bed, the biggest headache is defecation. I didn't eat in the afternoon before the operation, but drank a little thin two or three days after the operation. On the fourth night, I tried to solve it in bed, and I arranged a few small hardness. But I dare not continue to push. First, the wound hurts. Second, when I push hard, urine will be squeezed out along the outside of the catheter. Now that I'm free, I can finally squat down to relieve my stool, just like normal people.

Soon, the diet basically recovered and his face was normal. Even the head nurse said that I had seen patients with the same condition, and I recovered fastest.

Just a week after the operation, the doctor called me out of the hospital. In addition, no drugs were prescribed except weekly interferon injection to enhance immunity. A month later, I had a reexamination, blood test and MRI, and found nothing unusual. After three months, the interferon also stopped. I hope everything is all right!

To do femoral hernia surgery, skin preparation is needed. A female nurse came in. I called the doctor and asked if there was a man. The doctor said in that tone, this is a hospital.

Helpless; I was so nervous that I quickly closed my eyes and covered my face with clothes. ....

Later the anesthesiologist was also a woman. Very embarrassing. ...

After the operation, the doctor said: Do you want to stay in hospital for a day? Or leave the hospital now.

Of course. Leave the hospital. Afraid of seeing them again .....

12 years, I had an operation. At that time, the anesthetic effect felt very fast, and I was a little confused. I can hear voices. The point is that the doctor is discussing whether to peel crayfish. ....

I have had minimally invasive surgery before, and I can't stretch out a finger. The doctor wouldn't let me see it at that time. I couldn't help but take a look and I didn't know what I was thinking. I fainted at once, which scared the doctors.

Do urolithiasis surgery, take off your pants and there is a female nurse opposite.

After anesthesia. The head is covered. Just listen to the sound of pulling gauze. I'm still touching the skin. I don't know if your skin was cut until I finished touching it. .

A andrology hospital goes in and comes out in minutes.