When people reach middle age, they tell themselves that they can't fall.

I saw a joke on the Internet:

Middle-aged people are a journey to the West. The pressure of Wukong, Bajie's figure, Lao Sha's hairstyle, and Tang Priest's nagging ... The key is that it is getting closer and closer to the Buddhist paradise.

what an apt metaphor! Now, I am middle-aged, burdened with mortgage, car loan, old age and small pressure. Although I am in good shape, I have more and more white hair, and my son began to complain about me. Moreover, I stood at the door of the rescue room near the Western Heaven in the middle of the night a few days ago.

It was a Sunday, which was as foggy as many days.

I was taking a nap when my husband came back from outside and said how my heart was beating so fast.

I get up at 5: 3 every day from Monday to Friday, cook for my son in junior high school, and then catch the bus nonstop.

I go home from work at night and cook nonstop, clean up the housework and prepare breakfast for the next day. At 11 o'clock, my son finished his homework and turned off the desk lamp. I climbed into bed, and my sleep was seriously insufficient. My body kept calling the police.

I'm more and more like a top. I'm exhausted, but I can't stop, because if I stop, I'll fall down.

2

My husband was still fast asleep when I got up. I made a cup of black tea and took out fish and meat from the refrigerator to prepare for dinner. What a leisurely weekend afternoon it would be without what happened next!

After getting up, my husband leaned against the sofa and caressed his chest. "Maybe he drank too much yesterday, but he still felt bad." Every time he drinks too much, he feels sick the next day, and then he will continue next time. So I didn't care.

My son came back from the remedial class. I asked if it was cold outside. You don't wear long pants either. He mumbled two words from his throat: not cold. Then he went back to his room with a straight face.

My husband is sitting on the sofa, looking at his watch and counting his pulse ... After 82 strokes, his pulse is not fast. Why is his heart pounding all the time? It's like being overwhelmed by a stone.

I didn't notice that he looked pale. I suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem. He drank with his colleagues until midnight last night.

He is 42 years old. He has a history of hypertension, hyperlipidemia and fatty liver. His heart used to be uncomfortable occasionally.

I remember that two years ago, a classmate said that two of his colleagues died suddenly in succession, both in their early forties, all because of drinking at night, and they were unconscious the next morning.

at this thought, my back felt cold, but I told myself to be calm.

I immediately decided to go to the hospital. Get dressed quickly, tell your son to drink water, do his homework and don't play with his mobile phone. With the medical insurance card and ID card, my husband still sat on the sofa. "I'm fine. Don't go now. I'll go to the hospital myself when I'm busy tomorrow."

I found clothes for him to change into. I said go, go at once, and I can't wait.

3

Pop songs are playing in the music station, but I don't have the heart to listen to them. I turn my head to observe him from time to time, and he says it's much better than before, and he doesn't dance so fast.

the nearest community hospital is ten minutes away.

The cold wind was blowing, the hospital was deserted, and the leaves of poplar trees were blown to the ground by the wind.

Not many people see a doctor, only a doctor on duty, in his fifties, with gray hair and speaking a dialect that I don't know where.

"What's wrong?"

"The heart is beating fast."

"when did it start?"

"twelve noon."

The doctor put down the stethoscope. "Why didn't you come at noon? Come upstairs with me and have an electrocardiogram. "

"hurry to the provincial hospital! There is no cure here. If you go, you will have to be hospitalized for observation. "

I asked timidly what happened?

"atrial fibrillation, look."

I can't read the ECG report at all, only two small words are written in the lower right corner: "atrial fibrillation"! I took my husband and went downstairs.

isn't this the disease of my retired colleague in his sixties? I was very scared, but I pretended to comfort my husband calmly and said nothing, don't worry, the doctor was scaring us. Only I know how fragile such comfort is.

4

Outside the emergency center of the provincial hospital, it's dark and windy, with bright lights inside. The corridor is crowded and chaotic like a vegetable market, and the hospital beds are full against the wall, making it difficult to move.

a child hit his forehead and bulged a big bag. A man with a bloody face was pushed into the emergency room.

The internal medicine clinic was packed. There were only two doctors. I tried my best to squeeze in front of the doctor on the right.

"Doctor, there's a bad heart here. It's urgent. Can you show it to us first?" I almost begged.

"It's all heart diseases. Who's not in a hurry at this point?" "I didn't look at all the queues here!" ..... Before the doctor could speak, the people next to me couldn't wait to drown me with their breath. They stared at me with angry and forbearing eyes.

"It's 12!" A nurse outside suddenly shouted.

the doctor rushed out of the crowd and went straight to the emergency room next door. The three characters "being rescued" on the door of the rescue room are shocking.

The family members stood outside, waiting for the verdict of fate.

I also stood outside the emergency room, waiting for the doctor to come out, so I begged him to see my husband first.

ten minutes later, he came out sweating profusely and was immediately surrounded by his family. "You have used the best equipment, so be prepared and don't go far."

After a brief explanation, he hurried to another temporary emergency room. I caught up with him and begged him. My voice sounded like Linlin was crying.

"Don't worry, wait a little longer. The patient over there is dying. I have to save him first."

I can only go back to the door of the internal medicine clinic and wait in line anxiously. My husband is standing in a small corner at the end of the corridor, and there is no place to sit, so I can only find a place where there are few people standing. At that moment, I suddenly felt that he was very old. Through the crowd, his originally tall and stocky figure became short and fuzzy.

I was pushed around and the wheelchair hit my instep.

5

It seems like a century has passed, and finally it's my turn. I called my husband to come in. I watched it for less than ten minutes.

Then pay the money and get the medicine, and the infusion room will continue to queue up, give injections, draw blood and get the test report.

My back is sore and painful. I told myself I couldn't fall down because I didn't rely on it.

When I was waiting for the test report, I finally caught my breath. Three missed calls were made by my son. He didn't eat after 7 pm, so I quickly ordered takeout for him.

in order to make my husband sit comfortably, I took off my down jacket and put it on the back of a plastic chair.

staring at the ECG monitor next to him, the heart rate slowly dropped from 17 to 148 ... 122 ... 9. A stone in my heart fell to the ground

it's 11: 3 when I get home, and my son hasn't gone to bed yet.

I asked him, what will you do if mom and dad don't come back to live in the hospital tonight?

The son replied: I will sleep by myself.

what about tomorrow morning?

I set my own alarm clock.

I suddenly feel that my son has grown up, and we are old. We accidentally live to the age where we often have to run to the hospital.

fortunately, there was a close call. My husband and I sat at the dining table wearily, and we felt happy even if we ate bread and leftovers at noon.

I don't know which comes first, tomorrow or the accident.

I don't know how important health is without going to the emergency room.

I remember a friend who said: Because the elderly at home have been hospitalized in turn for a year, she has become familiar with the hospital and has become good friends with several doctors who often see a doctor. She also said that at our age, we should gradually get used to running to the hospital, and we should always have emergency medicine, medical insurance cards, cases, etc. at home. It is best to have several acquaintances in the hospital.

PS: The next day, I went to the cardiology department to see an expert clinic, and the result of color Doppler echocardiography was normal.

The doctor told me that I must take antihypertensive drugs to lower my blood pressure, otherwise it will happen again, which will seriously lead to thrombosis and heart failure. To quit smoking and drinking, there should be no pressure or anxiety.

It was my husband's 42nd birthday, and he said it was like being reborn after a robbery. He asked for a week's sick leave, and for the first time, he decided to go out for a trip for the whole family during the New Year.