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秃公
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作者：秃公 在 罕见奇谈 发贴, 来自 http://www.hjclub.org
When you have an emergency like this you have to rush to a hospital. No, I didn't at the first. The pain had been there in my abdomen for 3 days. It got intensively unbearable this morning. I though it might be appendicitis but not sure. I went to a GP who immediately recognized it was appendicitis but did not say. Instead of rushing me to the hospital for a surgery and despite the pain he saw on my face, for money's sake, he insisted me to do a EKG, urine and blood work that had nothing to do with my appendicitis. Being so angry, I walked out of his office to drive to a public hospital nearby. On my way there I though I would die. My whole body was soaked in perspirations because of the anguish pain.
In the ER, an America Japanese surgeon doctor quickly diagnosed without a contrast x-ray that I had acute appendicitis. I thought so and agreed immediately to be remitted for an operative solution although I had drunk a whole big bottle of milk-like contrast agent that made me rather full.
I was stripped off by two who I thought were Philippinal young个nurses and felt quite awful on a stretcher when I looked down to my feet at my naked contour that used to be very nice. Two anesthesiologists came close to me and gave me a shot into my butt. After a while I felt I was flying and my eyeballs were rolling up and down. This reminded me of the shot I gave to monkeys. They must have used Ketamine, the one used by the dentist who is preparing to extract a bad tooth out of your mouth. I tried to resist the sedation keeping myself alive and joked to the anesthesiologists, "Ketamine? My eyes are going up and down", they replied: "Yes." Not able to see the anesthetic effect they turned the lights dim. I talked to myself that was the technique to make monkeys unconscious after a Ketamine and me too, a monkey. I was in deep sleep.
All afterward I knew I was in bed with the tearing pain on the right at my lower belly. The nurse said to me: "want some Morphin?" I couldn't refuse that. After a little bit I was feeling slightly better. "Let me do some investigation." I was bored after the brief of sudden relief. My hand went to feel the pubes, "they are still there, that's good. The cut must be small."
For the whole night, I had fever and the bed was wet. An Indian internist was wondering why I was still having temperature. He withdrew my blood from the back of my hand and came back with his decision: "we are going to x-ray you." I said why, "do you think I have collapsed lungs?" "How do you know that?" He was surprised at me. I didn't say anything more. When I was in the big examining room with all other patients, I was talking to a white nurse. She though I was a Mexican without health insurance."Fuck you. Me, a Chinese, looked like a Mexican?" The pride and prejudice of this white woman made me very unhappy. Now, here came an Indian who though I was uneducated dumb, gee!
Anyhow, these multicultural collisions were not important to me since now that I was on their hands. I did not sleep overnight because of the extreme pain. In the morning, the Japanese born surgeon asked me about the condition and I kept complaining of the pain at the place he cut. He said to me that you would have the pain for 2-3 days before getting better. He looked at the cut and said he did not see the infectious sighs of it. He asked me to come back in one week to take the stitches out.
I was very sweetly advised to leave the hospital after the surgeon's visit. "They want to kick me out, I know it." That was the common practice of hospitals. I left for home and in my own bed for 2 days; finally I got a small fart, a very pleasant one, as that was a good sign of the working of my ingesting system. However, the strong pain was still there and I still had temperature. I knew that the cut made must be infected. I decided to take a shower and to go to see the surgeon.
It was so good to have a shower after several days of sweating tha made my body so stinky. When my hand touched the right lower side of the belly, I felt something sticky. The cut was busted out the white and red fluid. "Shit!" I knew something was wrong. Afraid of getting the infection of abdomen after this not well-done appendectomy, I called the surgeon and immediately turned up in his private office. "That happens." He said without surprise. He opened up the cut a bit and cleaned it. The pressure on the site of the cut was released; I finally felt much better after all these days. He told me to come back every day for a week. I did and finally the cut was healed. He charged me $300 for a visit.
Several weeks later I learned the hospital bill was more than $20K for the surgery and a night staying in a very expensive hospital bed. Half years later, I was dinning in a quite decent Chinese restaurant where I met the surgeon, Kudo. He recognized me at the first eye contact and asked how the cut was? Apparently he knew that I was OK, as he was not sued for malpractice from me.
作者：秃公 在 罕见奇谈 发贴, 来自 http://www.hjclub.org |
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