【Warm Doctor Essay Solicitation】My Story in That Year

The winter sun means severe cold, but my heart is always very warm, let me tell you about my story.

That year was my animal year, and many people said that the animal year would encounter something bad. I didn’t trust it, so I was living and working as usual. I received my patients in day and wrote my paper in evening. An MI operation came from time to time, although it’s busy and tense, I handled them in order, and I could not help chuckling to myself.

Time went by like this, quiet and natural. Suddenly one day all stopped abruptly. When I took off my lead overcoat and walked out of the conduit room after finishing three coronary surgical operations, I felt my head was splitting, without dizziness and chest distress. A quick diagnosis was being undertaken in my mind by excluding all “no symptoms”, then I drew a conclusion, “I catch a cold, I’m too tired, I need to rest, and it will be okay right away”. But everything was not so simple, the disease outcome was not as I expected. I had no choice but to consult the specialist physician, and the diagnosis given by them was “hypocranial pressure syndrome”. What kind of disease was it, it’s too strange in my mind. Then I made a quick search, “postural headache, low morbidity, easy for misdiagnosis, strictly confined to be, long course of disease……”, all these words had shocked me, and I weakly sat down in my chair in the office, and tears trickled down my cheek.

I was upset and collapsed, I would change from a doctor into a patient, a patient strictly confided to bed, what were the differences from a stroke patient! How could an iron girl fall down like this, it must be a joke from God. I doubted it, and I absolutely didn’t think it’s true. I continued to take my patient for vertical tilt test, my patient was standing by 70 degree, while I was lying down beside him. It looked absurd, but I had to do it, for I had headache after standing up. After that, Director Tang told me I could not do like that, and should take a good rest, put down all my work and thought about nothing, the most important was to recover health. Tears suddenly fed up my eyes, and it were painful tears and helpless tears. I was shouting inside my heart and weakly shouting to myself: I don’t want to rest, I want continue working. But it could not help whatever I struggled, I could not stand up, I could not stand up, that pain made me in a chaos, with a messy mind, and even could not think.

Then I was hospitalized at Bed 50 in Inpatient Area I. This bed belonged to a senior patient, she gave it to me and she said this position was quiet, so that I could take a good rest. I was moved. Then my daily task was to have electrocardiograph monitoring and have a lot of intravenous drips. Because of low cranial pressure, my heart rate dropped to 40 times/minute when I was awake. Director Tang and his colleagues accompanied me for one night, and “atropine” was used at that night. Chairman Zhao of the Trade Union came the second day, and earnestly said, “Yali, work is important, but health is more important, you should first recover your health before start working, and this is also what our hospital hopes you to do”. Suddenly, my heart surged, as a junior doctor, how could I deserve such concern and attention from the hospital!

The I was always staying at Bed 50 for the next half month. Every morning, noon and evening, the director and colleagues came to my room like routine check, asked me about my conditions, actually they were encouraging me. Sister Yaming cooked spiced duck for me, aunt Liu sent me chicken pot, sister Ping brought me fruits, sister Fang and Juan came to chat with me everyday, and even aunt Ye from the Ward also came to help me washing my hair……too many, I could not count, but all these would be unforgettable to me. Later, my conservative treatment failed, I still could not stand up. My colleagues helped me invite the experts for group consultation. After learning there were other treatment methods at other hospital, I had to be transferred to the other hospital for operation. I was always tortured by pain lying on bed, and I was confused and depressed. I experienced the taste of staring at ceilings to count days. Maybe only the paralyzed patients could experience those feelings. Although loneliness and anxiety became my daily subjects. My colleagues from the hospital came to chat with me everyday, and encouraged me to stand up again. I knew it’s arranged by the director in order to get rid of my loneliness. There was always a voice beside my ear, “you could do it, you certainly could stand up and return to the big family of Zhejiang Hospital!”