Talking about the experience of gastroscopy department in hospital

My mother has been suffering from stomach discomfort for many days. I accompanied her to the First People's Hospital this morning. After asking about the illness, the doctor asked me to have a gastroscope. After paying the fee, it is very convenient to find the hospital guide card all the way to the gastroscope room.

After queuing for the number, I received two different medicines. I was told that the big bottle should be taken orally immediately, and the small bottle needs to be taken orally five times in advance according to the current medical number before it can be checked.

After normal working hours, the originally quiet hall grew geometrically with the number of patients seeking medical treatment, and the whole hall was crowded with people, as lively and noisy as a vegetable market. If I hadn't been accompanied by my relatives, I would have gone to find a quiet corner and waited.

I saw different performances of all kinds of people in the crowd, which was as wonderful as watching a play.

Not to mention the age level of people here, just say that their manners are basically enough to judge their own literacy! Listen to me:

First of all, let's talk about the situation of everyone taking medicine: the nurses stand inside and outside, the innermost layer lines up to get the number, and the outermost layer is basically asking how to take medicine. I'm surprised that I didn't follow the doctor's advice when I got the medicine. Every time a new patient comes to the queue, two nurses use the computer to register the number, and the other one distributes the medicine and explains how to take it. They are articulate, loud and standard in Mandarin. As long as they pay attention, they will understand! Why do these people on the third floor ask one by one? And everyone received the same medicine, and the questions raised by others were the same. After the nurse answered, it is reasonable to say that she would know and do what she should do, but some people just don't do it, so they have to squeeze in and ask again, for fear that if the nurse doesn't answer, she will miss any big benefits. Thanks to the patience of the two nurses, no matter how many times someone came to consult, they answered clearly, explained clearly and were not bored. I can't help looking up at these tireless nurses!

I wanted to know the purpose of the two drugs. In order not to increase the workload of nurses, I had to go back to the waiting area to look for posters on the wall. Fortunately, I really have the answer. After reading it, I explained it to my mother and let her drink it.

Let's take a look at this scene again: anyone who drinks a large bottle of liquid medicine can consciously throw it into the trash can when throwing away the empty bottle. Individual patients will be unconscious. After drinking the medicine, they sat in their chairs and did the action of "shooting" into the distance. Unfortunately, the technology is not good. Empty bottles fell on the clean and tidy ground, and there was a sound of "rolling cages", so that everyone could look inside. What a big forest! There are all kinds of birds!

After sighing, I thought: if my mother or child does this at this moment, how will I react ... fortunately, we are all conscious people and have basic qualities.

Still immersed in reflection, I was suddenly awakened by a strange cry behind me. I saw a female patient opposite me. While holding the medicine, she said to the relatives and friends accompanying her: "I don't want to drink medicine, I don't want to do gastroscopy. They said it was sad to have a gastroscope, just like dying ... "I couldn't hear what she said behind, so I quickly took my already uneasy mother to the bathroom. I'm afraid she's alarmist, and she'll be more nervous in the future, which is not conducive to the inspection.

Finally, I reached the top five of my mother's number plate and told my mother to drink the small bottle of medicine slowly. This is a rapid anesthetic used to relieve the discomfort and pain caused by intubation during gastroscopy.

After sending my mother to the examination room, I returned to the original rest area. The grumbler is still struggling, and I can't help shaking my head with a wry smile. Everyone is a patient. Why are some people so low? They go to the doctor and go home when they are not sick. What adults! It's really rat shit that ruined a pot of porridge! Ben howled so loudly that he didn't realize whether his words and deeds would cause trouble to other patients. We are all patients, and it is understandable that we will be instinctively afraid to go to the hospital for gastroscopy. We could have relieved our nervousness by understanding the advanced new medical technology, so we don't have to live in the shadow of "what others say" all the time.

Soon, my mother walked out of the examination room, and I quickly greeted her and asked about the situation. Mother said easily, "I'm fine, I'm not uncomfortable at all." Say that finish handed the gastroscope report. I quickly swept it, and the result was "chronic superficial gastritis". Then I saw that all the relevant parts can be used, and finally I was relieved. Everyone is relieved to have a gastroscope. How nice!