Painless gastroscopy

I felt sick to my stomach last year. I think I usually eat on time, don't smoke or drink, and don't do much cold, sour, or spicy food. If you think about the reasons carefully, the first reason is probably going to bed late, and the second reason is nothing more than watching your children do their homework. No kidding, my stomach has been particularly sensitive to anger since then, and I fully understand what it means to be so angry that my stomach hurts.

I also went to see him last year, but due to lack of common sense and lack of preparation, I did not do a gastroscopy. I only did a breath test for Helicobacter pylori, and the result was negative.

Moreover, after reading the introduction, my fear of gastroscopy was deeply rooted in my bones, and I have been putting off trying it. (Actually, giving birth is much scarier than having a gastroscopy!)

What should I do if the gastroscopy is not done and my stomach keeps feeling uncomfortable? I carefully told the doctor, why don't you just treat me as a gastritis patient and prescribe me some gastritis medicine? The doctor was hesitant to speak, but he actually prescribed three medicines for me.

I took the medicine and looked around, and felt that there were two symptoms that were not very consistent with mine, so I decided not to take them.

There is a semi-liquid medicine packaged in green film left, called "Aluminum Magnesium Plus", which mainly neutralizes gastric acid and tastes sweet and refreshing. I didn't take it according to the course of treatment. I only drank one packet when I felt uncomfortable. Not to mention that this kind of thing is quite effective for me, it has immediate effects after taking it. Just relying on it to hold on until now.

The pain has become more frequent some time ago, so frequent that it occurs every day, and it is not a severe pain. There is no belching or acid reflux, and it has nothing to do with eating. It just suddenly and inexplicably felt like a hand was rubbing my stomach, a little bloating, and a little tight feeling like a contraction.

Originally, every time I looked at all kinds of hospital public accounts, I always felt like I was sick all over. This time I was even more uneasy, thinking that I still had to go for a gastroscopy.

Because I am really scared, I am still prepared to choose the painless option.

So I made an appointment with the director of the Gastroenterology Department of the Second City Hospital. The registration fee was 50 yuan, and 36 yuan was deducted from the social security card.

The appointment date is the 4th. On that day, I took my family with me and went there secretly. Before going there, Lao Q also specifically checked netizens’ strategies for painless gastroscopy. This time I was fully prepared, and I didn’t dare to drink water on an empty stomach.

After going there, I waited in line for an hour and saw a doctor for one minute. When the inspection form is issued, it costs more than 500, which is half as expensive as the ordinary one. I paid the fee, took the form, and went to the digestive endoscopy department on the fifth floor to make an appointment. I was told that it was the Qingming Festival holiday, so the queue was on the 10th. (Yes, it’s today)

I didn’t get the examination done that day, so I was unwilling to be hungry for a long time in vain. I didn’t go home immediately after leaving the hospital, so I went for a walk in Beacon Hill with Old Q. The weather was gloomy and there were a few light rains, but it was quite cool, making it a very suitable weather for hiking.

Ever since I had a child, there have been almost no days when I can go out and walk freely and easily like this. After going around for a while, Lao Q saw that I was in a relaxed mood and was very moved.

After I came back, I had less frequent attacks than before, but I still had attacks from time to time. Besides, I had already made an appointment, so I went again today.

Because we need to see the results, but the chief physician who wrote the order last time is not at work today. The most important thing is to see the results and prescribe medicine, which is good. Since he was not here, I stopped being pretentious and left it up to Old Q to register as a deputy director at his discretion.

Depart at 6:30 and go to the fifth floor to queue up around 7:30. First submit the order, sign the information letter, and arrange the number.

The written information was scary. What accidents might happen after anesthesia and during the examination, such as rupture, bleeding, and suffocation, made me feel nervous immediately. But when it comes to this, I can’t help but agree!

I am ranked No. 9.

The first batch of eight numbers were called. Before entering, give all your belongings to your family members, yes, including your mobile phone.

When I was called, I walked in and found that the eight people I had called before were still in the preparation room. Everyone was like frozen geese waiting to be slaughtered, their necks stretched out, silently looking at the electronic call screen hanging high on the wall.

The nurse took the order, confirmed the name, took the blood pressure, and asked if there were any underlying diseases, including cold, fever and cough. Then he asked me to put on shoe covers and gave me a pill the size of my thumb. The medicine was in a white wrinkled plastic bottle with a long pointed mouth and told me to drink it.

It is said that for ordinary gastroscopy, you have to wait for the previous one to go in, and then hold the anesthetic in your mouth for five minutes. The painless version also requires general anesthesia, so I drank it as soon as I got it.

Even though the medicine is small, it doesn’t taste very good. And after drinking it, it feels like my mouth and throat have become thicker, and my breathing is partially held back, making it very difficult. However, the saliva was secreted very turbulently, making people swallow involuntarily, but Mumu's throat always felt like there was a foreign body in it.

I sat in the crowd waiting for my number to be called and began to enjoy the rare time away from my mobile phone. Before I came in, I imagined what it would be like to sit and watch without my phone, and I almost couldn't bear it. But when I actually sat there, it didn’t feel that hard.

I watched the nurses busy, and their backs looked a bit nice. She is about thirty years old, wearing a purple uniform, and her butt occupies a considerable area - just a bit slumped - which makes her waist thin, and the flat lines look like a plump head of dried garlic. Her hair was tied up with metal hairpins, and she repeated the precautions over and over again to every patient who came in. Make sure those with dentures need to be removed, women cannot have their hair disheveled, are not pregnant...etc.

There was an uncle among them, who was probably undergoing a colonoscopy. The nurse told him to shake the medicine in his hand and drink it, but he did not respond. The nurse turned around and found that he was still sitting still. So he raised his voice and said word by word: I tell you to shake this medicine well and drink it. Look how you can't move!

The uncle stood up as if he had just woken up from a dream and said solemnly: Oh...oh...drink this, right?

He put the list and the medicine bottle in his hand on the table. The nurse said nothing, just reached for the medicine bottle and unscrewed it for him. He was scratching and scratching, and he was at a loss. A list fell to the ground with his sloppy movements. He bent down to pick it up in a panic, and two more small packets of medicine fell out from nowhere. One packet even fell under the stool where the nurse was sitting. He clicked his tongue helplessly, and hurriedly went around and leaned over to pick it up, muttering: This, this also needs to be put in... The nurse was silent, took the two small packages, tore them apart, mixed them together, and gave them to him Drink.

After a while, another elder sister came in. Wear a pair of stretch pants with large polka dots on the crotch and thighs to make your thighs look very strong.

As soon as she came in, the nurse asked: When should I take the laxatives?

The eldest sister did not answer, but scanned all the people sitting there with piercing eyes, suddenly stared at the position under the window, and shouted in surprise: Ai! You are here too!

Someone under the window responded to her warmly.

The two of them started chatting back and forth. The nurse endured it for a while and said, "I'm going to ask you what time you take the laxatives. Can you answer my question first?"

Sister Polka-dot stopped what she was saying and answered her loudly: I took the laxative at nine o'clock last night, and I took it until nine-thirty!

The nurse asked again: Have you pooped cleanly...

Polka-dot sister: Pooped, pooped, pooped seven or eight times!

I probably haven’t observed strangers up close for a long time. It was so interesting that I completely forgot about the pain of leaving my phone.

From time to time, I saw a male nurse passing by pushing a hospital bed at the door. The people on the bed were lying on their sides, sleeping with their mouths slightly open. I checked the time again and found that every time a painless gastroscopy was performed, the next one was called, almost every ten minutes.

At nine ten, it was finally my turn. I entered the endoscopy room No. 1 and lay on my side on the bed as the nurse asked. The nurse fiddled with my arms and legs, then inserted the oxygen tube into my left nostril, and gave me a hollow white plastic plug to bite. I felt that the oxygen tube was inserted too deeply and it hurt a little. I took advantage of the nurse to tie an anesthetic on the back of my hand and quietly pulled out the oxygen tube a little further.

The nurse mechanically endorsed: If you have polyps, I will remove them for you and require hospitalization surgery!

I was stunned and had never thought about polyps. But he also answered mechanically: Oh.

Maybe three minutes, maybe five minutes? Since there was no clock in sight, I couldn't be sure how long it would take. At first I kept my eyes open, carefully trying to experience the moment of falling under anesthesia. But in fact, my consciousness stopped when I suddenly felt the pain at the place where the anesthesia needle was inserted on the back of my hand. It was so painful that I wanted to call a nurse, and then I didn’t know anything at all.

I woke up again because I heard the nurse calling my name. Oh, it's done.

I got out of bed dizzy and sat on a chair. Then I saw the male nurse pushing out another person, a lady about my age, who was still sleeping and couldn't be woken up.

After a while, the male nurse called again, and he woke up this time. Good guy, this lady was lying under the quilt and kept talking to herself. She said she was engaged in real estate development and had an annual income of 700,000 to 800,000 yuan. When the male nurses heard this, they all said: Wow, the income is so high! Then tell us your bank card password!

The lady replied: That won’t work.

As she was about to lift the quilt, the male nurse came over and held her down: Don't lift it, put your pants on first - are you wearing your pants?

Lady: Oh! Haven’t worn it yet! Well, doctor, do I have polyps?

But the nurse went to do other things, and no one paid attention to her. She just kept asking weakly whether she had polyps.

The funniest thing was not her, but a man sitting next to me who was waiting to observe like me. This man in his forties listened carefully to the real estate lady’s jokes. Every time she said something, he laughed out loud. I was having enough fun, but then I couldn't hold back my anxiety and asked the nurse where the toilet was, and then I left.

I felt it and felt that I was in good condition, so I also asked to go out. The nurse opened the door and shouted who are my family members? I summoned Old Q and asked him to take me away.

I went to the machine to print out the examination form myself. The diagnosis was "non-atrophic gastritis with erosion" and a small bulge. The doctor recommended doing an ultrasound to diagnose the nature of the bulge, or conducting regular observations, and prescribed medication to treat erosion for two weeks.

Go home.

Later, I heard from Old Q that a nurse did come out to ask some patients’ families to pay because they had a medical condition and needed to be hospitalized for surgery.