The first night after surgery is a dangerous period, whether the patient can wake up from anesthesia or whether he can safely extubate and breathe spontaneously are all life-and-death moments. Because the operation took too long, I experienced a second anesthesia, but I woke up soon after returning to the intensive care unit, the ventilator was like a huge monster above my head, the shelf next to me was full of all kinds of drugs that could be used for rescue at any time, I couldn't speak with a tube in my mouth, and every time I swallowed saliva, my throat was extremely painful, because I was afraid that the patient would extubate by himself, his hands and feet were tied, and he couldn't move at all, only the eyeballs could turn at will, and they were all blurry because he didn't have glasses. The nurse turned off the ventilator, saying that it would take 6 hours of observation before I could extubate, and it would take 8 hours to drink water after extubation, but I felt that I could drink a bucket of water now, and the nurse used a cotton swab to moisten the patient's lips, which aroused my desire for water, so I struggled to push the nasty tube out of my mouth with my tongue to reduce some pain, but in this way, the tube was displaced, saliva ran into the tube, I couldn't breathe, I felt like I was about to die. At this time, my sister who was far away in Chengdu was always worried about me, she went to Emei Mountain, saying that she wanted to see the sunrise of the Golden Dome on my behalf, and she wanted to ask for the first incense for me, and asked the Buddha to bless me with peace, and I don't know whether it was the Buddha's manifestation or the dying struggle before death, when I was in pain and was ready to give up, my right foot actually broke free, so I raised my right foot and smashed it on the hospital bed, and so on, and finally led the nurse over, and the nurse sucked out the saliva in the tube with a needle, and I gasped for breath, and I was saved again.

In the evening, for some reason, my body had allergic symptoms, doctors and nurses flipped through the emergency examination, and finally came to the conclusion that plasma allergy had to be stopped, and red blood transfusion was changed, but the next morning, my body was covered with red rashes, and the nurse was called by me to tickle for me, and the nurse moved a stool to sit next to me and scratch my right hand, because my left hand was completely infunctional. It's just a small episode, and I'm much luckier than others.

After surviving for a while, I finally safely pulled out the tube in my mouth, after extubation, I instantly felt much better, the nurse limited the amount of water I drank each time, saying that drinking too much water would cause heart failure, but I didn't care, there were many nurses and nurses in the ward, I took turns to call, they didn't know that I had just drunk water, drinking water asked people, I made me very annoying, I always felt unhappy, so I proposed to the nurse, put the cup and kettle on the windowsill, I want to drink water myself, I can drink water at will, this can envy the uncle next to the bed, He protested and warned me, "The doctor told you to drink less water, and you put the water aside and drank it as you pleased." ”

But the fact is, I'm fine to drink water, but this uncle has suffered from the old sin, he is the same as me is a thoracotomy surgery, he has heart failure, the rescue scene in the TV series was rehearsed on him, I watched the live broadcast, a successor nurse found that his pulse was in a straight line, so he took the chest compression, I thought, after such a press, his ribs should be all into the chest, and then the rescue trolley was also pushed up, the doctor kept instructing the nurse to push all kinds of rescue drugs on the side, then I knew, The head nurse ordered to charge the defibrillator, the nurse held the defibrillator in her hand, and the doctor gave an order to "leave the bed" defibrillator and press it on the uncle's chest, and suddenly the light was everywhere, the uncle's body bounced up from the bed, and the heartbeat still did not recover, so two or three times, the power continued to increase, and finally the doctors and nurses left, the uncle's daughter signed a critical illness notice, and the uncle was pushed away, I thought it was sent to the morgue, When I was admitted to the hospital, I was in a ward with my uncle, the person was very good, the doctor told the surgical patient to accurately record his water and stool every day, his wife measured it in a small book with a measuring cup every time, and I was roughly estimated every day, and then the nurse told me that this is an important indicator before the operation, related to life and death, I was just lucky. Unexpectedly, the strict uncle left, but I didn't care, but I was fine. Unexpectedly, the uncle was sent back to the intensive care unit at noon the next day, and heard that his daughter did not give up and went to the ICU for kidney dialysis to save her. But the uncle's sin was not over, and when he was extubated the next day, he experienced a second rescue. Later, when I returned to the general ward, I experienced the third rescue, and I estimated that my uncle would have to undergo a chest repair operation after passing the dangerous period

This happened in front of my eyes, and the nurse who changed the dressing kept comforting me, "Are you scared?" Don't be afraid, this is a small probability, and you are now recovering well from the wound, the indicators are normal, and you will be discharged from the hospital in a few days. I think no matter how small the probability is, it will happen, and who can guarantee that it will not be me in the next second

The intensive care unit is always staging a rescue drama, a sister who has the same operation as me came to the intensive care unit the next night, living next to the uncle, the nurse said that her preoperative bowel movement is not ideal, I am afraid of danger, sure enough, this sister has not woken up three hours after surgery, the nurse is very worried, after giving her the drug, several nurses around her bedside kept calling her, there was really a miracle, after a period of calling, the sister really woke up, and then a patient in the back ward was pushed out after the rescue.

The next night, the anesthesiologist came, she told me that the medicine in the analgesic pump had run out, and I might feel pain next, and she gave me some painkillers, saying that if it hurts, I would take painkillers, and I realized that I didn't feel anything at all, and it turned out that she had been using painkillers for me. Maybe my cerebral infarction hurt the pain nerve, and then I still didn't feel the pain, and the painkiller never came in handy.

Maybe I was too obscure, my attending doctor forgot about me, and other patients were transferred to the general ward one after another, and I was still lying here. So I had to ask the nurse, when can I be transferred to the flexible ward? Later, the doctor came and told me that I would go back to the general ward after lunch, and that the ward had been arranged for me.

This is undoubtedly good news, this ICU is so scary, the time is still hard, the nurse fed me lunch and helped me clean up and transfer to the general ward. When I leave the intensive care unit, I feel that the air outside is sweeter.