I had the last endoscopy test today that I was waiting for.
It was a stomach camera.
Depending on the result, meals would be served, and depending on the progress, I would be discharged.
However, the doctor said the hole in my duodenum, which caused my peritonitis was not closed completely.
He described it as a pinhole, so it seems I just need to wait for the tiny hole to close.
He told me, a little more patience!
So, I have no choice but to be patient.
Well, it doesn’t make any difference.
I can manage.
I’m lucky to have a big window in my hospital room and from there, I can go out to the balcony whenever I want.
The hospital is near the mountains and has the perfect view.
You can see some fresh spring leaves already.
It’s a great place for an excessive yang person like me!
If this is an environment where I was locked all day long, I think I didn’t cure easily.
I had never been hospitalized before, so I’m learning a lot from this experience.
Thank you very much to the people involved.
I think people who become doctors or nurses are basically nice and kind.
They have a very strong sense of justice and responsibility and hard workers from the beginning.
I’m very grateful to them.
The first week after the operation, it was just painful…
Just walking to the bathroom was so hard and every time I coughed up phlegm, it hurt terribly.
After a while, the pain gradually disappear, and then days of tests and examinations starded instead.
I thought nothing in the world tasted worse than a contrast agent, and I’ve had a gastroscopy twice, and it was terrible!
That sucks!
One old man behind the curtain has been bedridden since the beginning of my hospitalization.
As he talked a lot in his sleep, I tried to understand him by connecting almost all his sleep words.
I think it was a night about two weeks later of my hospitalization when he stopped talking in his sleep and became quiet.
The next day, he passed away.
Nurses were surprised to hear nothing from him and became upset for a while, but I was next to him, attending to his end.
I spent two weeks with him listening to him talk in his sleep. We had a hard time together.
I knew the very moment he died to the other world.
I imagined many things happened in his long life, perhaps about 85 years, just before his death.
I had no bond or relationship with him, but I’m glad that I could attend his last moment through the curtain instead of his wife or his tow sons.
I regard this experience as the best achievement and value of my hospitalization.
My due date of discharge will be delayed, but I’m almost there.
This is a blessing to be able to write a blog to kill time.
I got a result of gastroscopy test from my doctor.
Just a little more patience!