Illness Notes｜16,000 square centimeters, yellow smiley face

I have seen a patient lying on a small hospital bed in many film and television works, and their family members, lovers or friends crammed into the hospital bed to chat with the patient in order to express a kind of intimacy (which I cannot understand). Very unreasonable, I have always been used to sleeping alone in a double bed, even if I am healthy, I don't like being too crowded, let alone sick?

Filling out the hospital registration form, I checked the single room, but this registration was made one hour before check-in. Of course, I couldn’t get the popular single room, so I had to live in a double room. Bulian is separated by a hospital bed, a small side cabinet, and a small space of a small aisle that the nurse's cart can pass through. Anyone who has been in the hospital or accompanied the patient probably understands it. So I Just try to stay on that bed.

Originally, I was a bit of a clean freak. It was impossible for me to sit on the bed before I had freshened up or changed into clean clothes, but there were no extra chairs in the ward, and the bed was probably not too clean (just saw the cleaning process by the outsourcer) I just sat on the end of the bed with no restraint to read, and after sitting for half an hour, I felt pain in my shoulders and neck.

Fortunately, I only stayed for two nights. When I saw the blood-stained surgical gown in the dirty clothes bucket in the ward, I became anxious, and I couldn't sleep for those two nights. Why didn't the hospital change the dirty clothes bucket before the new patient was admitted?

I am a short man who is much lighter than the standard body weight, but the hospital bed is still very crowded for me. I feel that there is no room for my body to put my body there. Paper towels, maybe because I'm not used to having items on the bed, including pillows... It's almost enough to have only a reader on the bed, and it's inconvenient to put things on the side table with the drip hanging from my left hand.

In fact, because the left hand is not very mobile, and the right hand cannot be lifted after the operation, it should be very good to be stuck on the hospital bed. Curiously, I calculated the size of the hospital bed, which was almost 16,000 square centimeters.

Looking at the yellow smiley face on hand, it was a stress ball.

On the afternoon of the day of surgery, a case manager in a white robe walked up to my hospital bed and took a notebook to explain my various indexes and the possible side effects of taking the medicine in the future. Which subjects, and finally she showed a yellow smiley face and asked me to "practice" more when I got home.

I used to think it was for old people to exercise their fingers.

The case manager said that I should use the right side of the operation more, and try to use my right hand for brushing my teeth and combing my hair. Fortunately, she reminded me that I usually use my left hand to do these things. Originally, my mood didn't fluctuate too much until she told me to practice doing the things that I have always been accustomed to. Before she explained, I thought the operation was just taking out the tumor and waiting for the wound to heal!

It seemed like the eighth hour after the operation, the hangover was almost gone, and at first I still understood the key points of what the manager said, some of which I had searched before, but when she started explaining me, the treatment would be When the drugs I took might have an effect, I seemed to be feeling drunk again. My ears suddenly became heavy, and all her words were floating in the air. I heard every sentence but didn't quite understand what it meant.

Finally, she asked me with a smile, "So are you in a good mood now?"
I saw a yellow smiley face, which was a bit sarcastic, but responded with a smile: "It's okay!"
She added, "Then you are really not easy."

After the manager left, I asked my aunt, "Will she think that I'm a mentally challenged person, so she doesn't feel grief?"

Anyway, if you encounter it, you can only actively treat it. It's useless to say that you are in a bad mood, right? I quickly picked up the smiling face and started practicing. On the day I got home, I washed my hair by myself (I wanted to go to the hair salon in the alley, but my clothes were too sloppy), I could brush and blow my hair with my right hand, and I started cleaning the next day. The house seems to be nothing out of the ordinary.