Life with my father in the hospital-draft

2021.12.14 was basically in a daze and didn't sleep all night. I have been awake at three o'clock every day since I was hospitalized. After getting up and doing a simple stretching exercise, I finished washing. At this time, my father got up, and it was enough for my patient to live in a ward with us.

At 0: 00 in the morning/kloc-0: 00, my mother, sister, brother-in-law and husband all called to care about greetings, and my aunt in the same ward also encouraged my father to cheer. On September 40, the operating room staff came to push my father and put the ct report on his cart for the surgeon to see. I carried two pieces of bread and a backpack with a water cup, fearing that the doctor would call me at any time during the operation. Then I looked my father in the eye and said, Dad, there's nothing more to say. Be strong. Mom is waiting for you at home. My parents have been on good terms since they got married for 50 years. When he learned that he was ill, he changed his mother's name with the due deposit and called her to pay for the cable TV. He is afraid that his mother who loves watching TV plays will not watch it. He has taken care of it many times and must submit it to 12. 16. Seeing their attachment and reluctance on the phone, I was inexplicably sad and moved on. When the disease befalls a person, I feel vulnerable and helpless ... I also said that I should not forget to transfer the deposit on the 24th when it expires, and I told you what to do again and again before the operation, which felt like explaining something.

I suddenly burst into tears when I watched the cart being pushed into the operating department to close the door.

When the elevator went to the waiting area for family surgery on the second floor, I pinched my leg again. I want to be lucky for nothing, so I can't cry, so I cheer myself up. When I got to the second floor, I found a seat and sat down. Soon I saw my father's name in operating room 3, thoracic surgery.

I wonder when the doctor will call me. The whole waiting process is to run to the bathroom. I wonder if I'm hungry. I don't know. It's already passed 12. I took out my bread and chewed it. 10 during the operation, remind me to call my father's family at 2: 07 pm to talk in the operating room. Hess didn't know if it was auspicious, but I looked at my calendar while waiting. The process of waiting for the elevator in the operating room feels too long. I'm really worried. My life is too late to delay my father's operation. On the sixth floor, I followed the instructions and rushed to the family conversation room to call Jia's family. After a while, Xue, director of the operating room, took out the cut organs and heard that everything went well. A week later, the pathological report showed that the bag suddenly burst into tears. I repeatedly choked and said thank you, doctor. The doctor told me to go back to the ward first, and then send it in when my father recovered. I said, can I take a picture? He said yes, this is an organ cut from my father. I don't want to see a healthy stomach, even the cut part. I guess I'm afraid my family will drop blood because I can't stand it. I wiped my eyes before taking pictures. It was not until about 5: 30 in the afternoon that I sent my father to the ward. I couldn't stop crying when I saw his weak promise.

Dear dad, let me take care of you in the future. It shouldn't hurt too much tonight Before the operation, I listened to the advice of other patients and did local anesthesia with nerve block. I didn't sleep much all night. Every groan of my father made me alert.