Han Yi looked at the class schedule in his hand, it was unsatisfactory, and he felt that he had a lot of time to arrange freely, unlike last semester, when he had one class a day, or early in the morning, and then he was idle at the end of the day, or he had classes four or five days a week.

Classes are mainly concentrated from Tuesday to Thursday, with an average of two and a half classes per day. A big class on Monday afternoon, a big class on Friday morning, this kind of safety is simply too humane, probably because it's about to be a senior year, and the compulsory courses are basically over, and the second semester of this junior year is basically all professional courses, so it may be enough time for yourself to study in private.

Because Han Yi was hospitalized for more than a month in December last year, he missed an exam, and the time for today's make-up exam was also notified, on March 9, next Saturday afternoon, he took the exam with his roommate Yuan Zhe, and he was not lonely with his companionship!

In mid-to-late November last year, when Han Yi felt that he was about to die, he only ate half a bowl of rice noodles for four consecutive days, and could only drink water, in order to replenish his strength, he kept drinking milk. Bo Fubo said to let him go to the hospital to have a look. On the afternoon of the 19th, he went to a public hospital closest to the school, did a urine test and blood routine, and the results showed that the urine white blood cells were high, and there were no other problems and some medicine was prescribed for him to take back. I don't know if it's happy or sad, I didn't find any major problems, but his whole person seemed to be collapsed. When I went back to school, I barely drank half a bowl of porridge in the cafeteria, still filling my empty stomach with milk. I was hungry in the middle of the night but couldn't eat anything, I was very tired but couldn't sleep. On the 21st, he had unbearable pain in his right abdomen, and when he felt that he could no longer walk, he told his mother that he didn't know what was wrong, and that he felt like he was going to die. Because his uncle was a doctor in the city hospital, he had this relationship, so his mother was so frightened that he drove him back to the hospital in his hometown overnight.

Because of the limited conditions, coupled with the fact that it was a big night, the staff who did not do the examination were just admitted to the hospital that night and hung up the pain-relieving potion, but he still did not feel any relief, and the pain was so painful that he couldn't speak, so he endured it.

The next day, the examination began, the results of the magnetic resonance showed that there was a large lump behind the right peritoneum, with a diameter of more than ten centimeters, the doctor said that it was a tumor, and the operation was arranged in the afternoon, and his mother did not sign when he asked the family to sign, so he went directly to the discharge procedures, and asked his uncle to send them to Tongji Hospital in Wuhan, when he arrived at more than 7 o'clock in the evening, in the emergency room, a doctor with a kind face about 40 years old asked about the symptoms, and then checked his whole body and asked if he had taken a film, Mom took out the MRI film and the diagnosis results, and handed them to him while saying that the local doctor diagnosed that it was a tumor······ The doctor looked at the film, but did not read the diagnosis, and spoke in less than half a minute, "It's not a tumor" He said calmly and confidently, "Don't worry, it's not a tumor, but I can't confirm what it is······ Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and then listened to the doctor's instructions and arrangements, registered and paid the bill, and was admitted to the gastroenterology department on the 19th floor.

Although he was in a daze, he clearly remembered that he was pushed to the inpatient department in a wheelchair. Because of the pain in his abdomen, the hunger from not eating, and the fatigue from not sleeping, he had no strength to stand at all. When I arrived at the hospital bed, what nutrient solution, oxygen tube, ECG monitoring and so on were arranged, and I felt like my life was about to end. The infusion is uninterrupted 24 hours a day, and several kinds of liquid medicines are hung at the same time. Then there were all kinds of examinations, he was lying on the bed and pushed to various places for examinations, and the cost of examinations was four or five thousand a day, and then three or four thousand for the nutrient solution, and the cost of a day was almost eight or nine thousand.

After this lasted for a week, his mental state was almost recovered, although he could not eat, but after all, there was a 24-hour uninterrupted infusion of nutrient solution, as well as this analgesic medicine, the effect was very significant, and he was able to fall asleep. The body slowly recovered, but the lump in the abdomen was never diagnosed. After half a month, he was able to take in liquid food, and he could get out of bed and walk normally, but the CT results every three or two days showed that the lump basically did not get bigger or smaller. Half a month in this department, the possibility of gastrointestinal disease was ruled out. He can walk and eat normally, but he still has a big lump on his body, no diagnosed lump, due to the high cost of this daily inpatient medication and examination, the attending doctor recommended that Han Yi be discharged from the hospital and come back for a review after a while. But his mother didn't agree, saying that he could be in danger of life at any time if he didn't get a result of the test, and he didn't know when something went wrong, so she asked the doctor to transfer him to the orthopedic department on the 21st floor, and after contacting the orthopedic department, it took two days before the bed was transferred to him.

Because I don't know what it is, I can't easily surgically open it, but treat it conservatively, or eliminate it to confirm what the lump is. When he first arrived at the orthopedic department, there was no hospital bed, but a temporary hospital bed, fortunately, among the many patients, he was a person who did not seem to be sick, surrounded by patients who had just undergone surgery and were in the recovery period, so he let his mother go home, because she had been with him in the hospital since she came back from Hunan, and now he has no problems, and he can basically rest assured.

Subsequently, anti-tuberculosis treatment was administered. After three days of blood tests, sometimes I was asleep and felt my hand pricked, and when I opened my eyes, I found that the nurse was holding a blood sample in her hand. There are a lot of side effects of anti-tuberculosis drugs, such as hurting the liver and kidneys, and they are obvious. Still, there is hope. When coagulation dysfunction is detected, it doesn't matter whether this presumed diagnosis has been overturned or not, and the knife cannot be used all the time. It's actually a bit desperate at this time! He wanted to swear, but he didn't.

Sometimes he feels like a guinea pig, not knowing when he will know what is wrong with him and when he will be discharged from the hospital.

On the twenty-eighth day of hospitalization, three roommates and Fu Bo came to visit him and helped me bring my textbooks and diary. He had the habit of keeping a diary, and for 28 days, like a century, he wanted to tell himself in his diary that he was still alive, and that he was writing down all kinds of depressed feelings, but not easily for people to see.

There are so many thoughts about these 28 days, and I don't know where to start. So he wrote the following words in a diary in which he had not written for nearly a month.

[December 18, 2012 diary]

Recently, there is a short article in the circle of friends that is very popular, called "Letter to Myself".

"Dear yourself, if you are unhappy, find a corner or cry in the quilt, you don't need the sympathy of others, you can live happily after crying. Dear yourself, learn to control your emotions, no one owes you, so there is no reason for you to lose your temper with others casually and play tricks. Dear self, you can be disappointed but not despair, you must always believe in yourself and believe that tomorrow will be better. ”

In the past month, I have had disappointments and despairs, but I still have to have hope for myself. I don't know if one day suddenly the lump in my abdomen will become bigger and more serious, making my whole person very bad, and then bringing pain and harm to my relatives and friends around me. But every day in the hospital, I have to be positive and optimistic, not to let my parents see the disappointment in my heart, and I have to hope for the next second at all times.

After three or four days of uninterrupted examination and observation, the doctor gave a treatment plan based on the most probable inference, and the medication and treatment had to be signed by me and my parents. After agreeing, I started to take medication, during this period, my mother and sister took turns to take care of me, my sister's school was advanced from the hospital, and when my mother came home, she came to watch every night. Because there are many examinations before and after medication, the body often has abnormal reactions, and someone must be around to take care of it.

The main therapeutic drug for the first course of treatment is Factor 7, whose scientific name is Baikochi. Imported drugs, even the needles of syringes are imported, which is relatively rare in orthopedics and more used in hematology. Five sticks a day, 2.5 ml each, a total of 12.5 ml, intravenous bolus, such a thing, it takes more than two minutes to inject it. Today is the first day, I was sleeping after using the medicine in the afternoon, and seven or eight people walked in the ward one after another, filling the ward, which was only the size of three beds and a bathroom, Ye Chang Zhou Pei and several other juniors and sisters, all of whom were friends of the editorial department. I specially told Hiroko not to tell others about the fact that I was hospitalized, why did I still come. Ye Chang said that he only told him when he asked me, and then he brought a few friends who didn't have classes with him today. Although this point is a time to visit patients, there are too many people at once, and the nurses rush in and let them come in less, just one or two at a time. A few simple chats about the condition are not exempt from vulgarity, all of which are to make the patient strong, actively cooperate with the doctor's treatment, and recover as soon as possible, even so, I feel very warm. Along with the fruit basket, I also brought a few books for me to spend my boring time. After meeting and talking in turn, the nurse sent them away.

On November 21, I asked the counselor for a long leave, saying that I was in the hospital and I didn't know when I would be discharged. The counselor is very good, saying that if you need his help, just ask, it will be the exam month soon, if you can't come back to the exam and tell him in advance, he can go and tell the teacher in charge, not to let me make up the exam. In fact, as for the homework, I told Bozi that when I want to hand in the homework, let him make two copies, the experiment report, and let viagra help, after all, these are related to whether or not to fail the course, but the experimental class has not passed, but it has to be retaken, I have to do something, although it is not good. I hope I can go back to school before the exams.

Good night.