Self-rescue of a gastropathy patient

I have suffered from stomach trouble for more than three years. During these three years, six doctors have seen me and done gastroscopy twice. I don't even know how I got this disease. I thought about it for two reasons:

On the one hand, it may be genetic. I heard from my grandmother that my grandfather died of stomach cancer. My father was only six years old at that time. Therefore, the word "grandpa" has always been just a word in the dictionary for me.

I wonder if stomach trouble will be inherited by genes like other diseases. At least I haven't seen any medical debate about this so far, but one thing is undeniable. Once a person in a family suffers from stomach trouble and is infected with Helicobacter pylori, and the family doesn't pay much attention to the separate use of bowls and chopsticks when eating, then the chances of other members of the family suffering from stomach trouble will be greater.

If we expand the perspective from family to society, then obviously, compared with some western countries, domestic eating habits will naturally make Helicobacter pylori spread more easily between people's stomachs in China, because Helicobacter pylori is the only microorganism that can spread through saliva and survive in people's stomachs;

On the other hand, it may be because of drunkenness in college. I was drunk three times when I was in college. What impressed me most was the trip to the countryside in summer. On the last night of the fire brigade, seven or eight students and the leaders of the army, schools and colleges sat at a table for dinner. As a junior, shouldn't we propose a toast? But there was no other drink on the table, only white wine, which was over 50 degrees and was respected by a leader. At that time, I was really young and ignorant. I drank half a glass of white wine directly when I offered a toast to one of our college leaders. After drinking, I didn't feel anything at first. Later, the stamina of the wine came up, and people began to get confused and walk unsteadily. Finally, I had to be carried to the toilet. When I said goodbye to the fire officers and soldiers, I took the squadron leader with me. Was sent back to the dormitory by other students in the college. At two or three o'clock in the morning, I got up from the bed in the dormitory in the dark, my head was dizzy, and my stomach was tumbling. I have no time to go to the bathroom. I vaguely saw a red bucket not far ahead, so I squatted on the ground and held it to vomit. Don't mention how hard it is for me to throw up. My throat was squeezed by something pouring out of my stomach, and I couldn't breathe. Fortunately, I didn't.

The first doctor who showed me stomach trouble was the school hospital. At that time, I took more than 20 days off from the company leaders who graduated as interns and went back to school to participate in the graduation thesis defense. Before I went back to school, I felt sick to my stomach. Every night before going to bed, my stomach burned to my throat. Later, I learned that there is a professional medical term that can be used to describe this symptom-the burning sensation behind the sternum, and the school hospital is not qualified for examination. The doctor only prescribed me a small jar of omeprazole according to the symptoms I described, and suggested that I go to a big hospital for gastroscopy at the expense of 300 yuan. But at that time, I had no money on me, and I basically borrowed money to live during my internship. Besides, the doctor didn't give me strong advice, so I went back to take medicine for two weeks. After that, I felt much better, so I stopped taking the medicine myself and didn't go to the hospital for a follow-up visit.

Until June of 10, 20 13, just four months before graduation, the burning sensation recurred, not only before going to bed at night, but also when sitting in front of the computer and working during the day, there was a fire rushing out of my throat, which was extremely uncomfortable. So I called in sick from the company personnel and went to the hospital to see a doctor. The doctor asked me to do an electronic gastroscope, which is the first time in my life. I told you before. That is the most painful thing I have ever experienced. During a surgical operation, such as cecectomy, the doctor will anesthetize you before the operation, let you sleep comfortably, then cut your stomach with a scalpel, cut off your cecum, and finally send you back to the ward. You won't feel any pain during the whole operation, but you will find a small scar on your right lower abdomen when you wake up.

However, gastroscopy is not so simple. Although it is called electronic gastroscope, it doesn't sound like surgery, but it is a kind of surgery. You are awake during the whole operation. The doctor will not give you general anesthesia, but will only give you a small bottle of anesthetic preparation in milky white package (only pharyngeal anesthesia). When you lie on your side during the operation, the doctor will give you a bracket for you to bite with your teeth, and put a box in your mouth and spread out a piece of paper. When the doctor inserts a black catheter with light from your throat, you will be unable to breathe and struggle. Then the surgeon will say, "don't move, relax, relax, try to breathe through your nose!" " "Generally speaking, you will listen to the doctor. When you are stable, the doctor will continue to deduce the tube. At this time, you will always drool, especially want to pull the catheter away by hand, but in any case, you should not do so. First of all, if you can't calm down, the stomach will move more violently, and doctors can't observe the details inside. Secondly, your overreaction is likely to cause your stomach or esophagus to be injured by a catheter inserted into your body. I cried during the operation. After the operation, the assistant doctor asked me to throw the paper full of saliva into the trash can.

I wonder if you have ever killed a chicken? To kill a chicken, you must first cut your throat and bleed. The person who holds the knife should hold the chicken's wings, grab the chicken's head and tear off a pinch of hair around your neck. The other party should grasp two chicken feet with both hands, because when bleeding, the force on its two feet will be great. I feel like a slaughtered chicken when I do a gastroscope. We are all struggling, but it is detached, and I will continue to exercise in the world.

Results of the first gastroscopy: 1, reflux esophagitis (Grade A), 2, antrum polyp (removed with forceps), 3, chronic superficial gastritis. The polyp taken out with tweezers was taken for pathological analysis, but fortunately it was just a polyp. The doctor prescribed some medicine for me to ban smoking and alcohol, eat less spicy food and eat more meals. After I came back from the hospital, those drugs made me constipated, so after the symptoms disappeared, I stopped taking the drugs myself and didn't go to the hospital for a follow-up visit (the doctor had told me to go back for a follow-up visit in two weeks, but I didn't have any money at that time, so I thought about slowing down first, anyway, it wasn't as bad as before). A few days later, when I was eating in a restaurant, I looked at the pepper pot on the dining table and my mouth watered. Later, I couldn't help it. I silently said to myself, "just eat a little, it's okay." Gradually, every time you reward yourself, you eat more and more. Every time I eat Chili, I vaguely feel that the burning sensation is back before going to bed at night, and then I secretly swear: "Shit, I will never eat it again."

Did you feel that cancer was far away when you were young? I felt the same way before. However, when my colleague sitting next to me told me that his little sister died of stomach cancer, I was really scared. I didn't even comfort that colleague, and I was already in fear. I found that I was still afraid of death. I always feel that I still have a lot to do. There are still things I miss in the world, and I can't bear to leave. What a pity that his sister left, leaving her three-year-old daughter! I said to my colleague, "Do you know? I always feel sad when I see your eyes. " I had only known him for less than two months then. I am the closest relative in the world, but my brothers and sisters, who just lost their closest relatives, how can they not be sad?

Since then, my heart has been shrouded in a shadow. I am constantly worried that one day death will find me because of my stomach trouble, take my soul away and leave my parents with a cold body. Every time I think about this situation, my heart is extremely sad. After a long time, I became more and more anxious. I don't like talking to others, and I don't like joking as before, because I feel like I'm dying. I made an imaginary cage for myself, then locked myself in it and threw the key into the sewer.

After a hearty roast lamb chop, my left upper abdomen hurt for three days. So, on February 20 14, 14, I experienced another painful electronic gastroscope operation. The examination results are: 1, chronic superficial gastritis with erosion of gastric antrum, 2, erosive esophagitis, 3, gastric antrum protrusion, and endoscopic ultrasonography is recommended. Compared with the results of the first examination, it is obvious that the symptoms of stomach trouble are more serious. The doctor prescribed me several courses of medicine, and I will take each medicine after reading the instructions carefully. I went online to Baidu and asked my medical students for advice. Do you know why I did this? Because I was worried that the doctor who prescribed the medicine was lying to me and wanted to lie to me, but then I actively cooperated with the treatment for a while and went to the hospital every two weeks. Doctors can call me by my name when they look at me. During more than three months of medication, my left upper abdomen still hurts occasionally. I told the doctor that the doctor only prescribed me some stomachache granules to relieve pain, but it didn't have any effect after eating them. During the treatment, I changed medicine several times, because some medicine made me constipated frequently. In more than three months, my weight dropped 10 kg, and I didn't trust the doctor during the whole treatment. Once the patient does not trust the attending doctor, it will be difficult to cure the disease. One weekend afternoon, I made an appointment with the attending doctor as usual. As a result, the door of her office was tightly closed. The nurse told me that the doctor had to ask for leave and had to arrange for me to see another doctor. The male doctor gave me a hard "lesson": "You just care too much about your health! ! ! "The moment I walked out of his office, I tore up the reservation form in my hand and left the hospital without paying the registration fee. He is the fourth doctor who came to see me. Although I was very angry that day, what he said to me really affected my attitude towards stomach trouble.

Students studying medicine told me that stomach trouble is a very common disease. Even if it is cured now, it will recur if you don't pay attention to aftercare in the future. Don't worry too much. Some students studying medicine told me that drugs are only effective after taking enough courses of treatment. Even a small cold needs to be cured by taking medicine for several days. Many patients, including myself, don't know this. They always think that doctors are deceiving themselves, and they know how to treat diseases. They think it is enough to write a prescription online and then go to the drugstore to buy medicine. When they think it's not difficult, they stop taking drugs themselves, and they are always self-righteous. In fact, they just fell into a cognitive misunderstanding.

By the beginning of April, 2065438+2005, I stopped taking drugs completely, and basically didn't touch alcohol and tobacco, but I no longer deliberately refrained from eating spicy food and only ate a little. Besides, I also participated in many outdoor activities and met a group of fun donkey friends. I gradually forgot that I was a patient and indulged in mountains and rivers. I'm happy and changed.

But sometimes things will never get worse after they get better, and a person's willpower will not always be so firm. In July, abdominal pain came again. At that time, I felt that death had come to me again, secretly hiding in the corner to observe my every move. I didn't think much about it either. I immediately made an appointment with a chief physician of Peking University Shenzhen Hospital at telephone number 160, but on the day I went to see a doctor, the doctor took a temporary leave and arranged for me to find another doctor. I don't know why, when I sat on the stool facing her, I I kept talking about my illness and how the previous doctors treated it. After listening to my incoherent narrative, the doctor didn't say much. He gave me a prescription and asked me to pay after I stamped it. When I got home, I read the instructions of each medicine as usual. There are several drugs that are similar to those prescribed by the doctor before, but the doctor also prescribed me another very strange drug-droperidol. The instructions say it's an antidepressant. I smiled when I saw the instructions. It turned out that the doctor thought I was a little insane. I tied the bag full of medicine again and threw it in the corner of the room without eating a bite. Because, at that moment, I knew that my illness could not be cured in a day or two, and it would not recur after being cured. What I need most is a healthy and positive attitude, plus my careful aftercare, which has nothing to do with what medicine I use for treatment. I felt liberated at that time, and an unprecedented sense of relaxation flowed in my body.

Many times, we go to the hospital to see a doctor, not really because our condition is getting worse, but because we want to find an answer from the doctor and seek a reassurance, so that we can face our physical illness more confidently. Therefore, if you meet the kind of doctor who is considerate when seeing a doctor, every word they say can make the patient feel very warm inside, so that the patient will be willing to trust the doctor and cooperate with the treatment more actively.

I went to the hospital again on Sunday because I found my stomach uncomfortable recently. Now I won't get sick and die, and I won't worry here and there. Just go to the hospital anyway. Why bother yourself? The woman in front of me was dressed like a 20-year-old girl in the queue. Since sitting on the stool, her mouth has been shaking when she talks to the doctor. At first, I didn't find these details. The doctor said, "I suggest you go to the psychology department." You see you're about to cry. I can't see your illness if you do this. " How many times have I told you, the gastroscope has been done, no problem. Why do you want to scare yourself? You are so young, only 30 years old, and you still have a long way to go. Happiness is a day, and unhappiness is also a day. Why not live happily every day? Yes! "I saw that woman's chin was shaking and her eyes were slightly red. I can see that she is particularly nervous, just like me before, but she is even more nervous than me.

Undeniably, many patients often scare themselves, because they don't understand the disease itself and expand the influence of the disease at will, thus causing great harm to their body and mind. The worse their mentality, the more difficult it is to cure the disease, and then fall into a vicious circle.

I have a stomach trouble. I have been ill for more than three years. I'm still alive, and I know if I'm going to die for a while. I work in a big city. In my spare time, I occasionally read and write, listen to music, take photos, play outdoors and do what I like. I am very happy. My salvation for myself is: always be optimistic and face life positively!

I will go to the hospital for gastroscopy again tomorrow. Actually, I'm still scared, but I really want to know how my dear stomach is now.