"Still awake?" Can you accompany me to the hospital? ”
At 3 a.m. one day in the late autumn of last year, I propped up the bed with one hand, sat crooked in the quilt, and sent the message with trembling in the other hand.
Eight hours ago, I was still striding in gemdale square.
First night
It was a Thursday, and I had unusually finished my work early. It was hard to meet a dinner friend, and I thought that I could go out to rub a meal after leaving work early, and my body was brisk.
Ramen, grilled meats, hot pots, Southeast Asian cuisine... As soon as I got excited, I began to overeat, ate the support wall, and finally came a large cup of Hong Kong-style milk tea.
Late that night, I started to have stomach pains.
Approaching 12 o'clock, I shrunk into the quilt and wrapped my whole body around. In mid-November, it was already very cold, and I planned to stay asleep in this position. But good to die, under the thick quilt, my stomach hurt.
I am also someone with over 20 years of experience with diarrhea. As soon as this energy came up, I knew: "Oh, I'm sure I'm going to get into it today." So I sat up skillfully, put on my shoes, turned on the lights, and went to the toilet.
People who have diarrhea often hate the midnight toilet lights the most. Sleepy and cold, painful and numb, and sweating a little, then the bright and dangling light came down from the top of his head, like sitting in an interrogation room. But I still have to cooperate with it fully.
At that time, I was like the picture above| stills of "No War in Peking"
Hard.
Ten minutes passed, the toilet found nothing, and I rolled back to the bed in doubt. About five minutes later, the toilet door was pulled open by me again.
After tossing and turning like this five or six times, not only did it come to nowhere, but I became more and more disgusted and wanted to throw up. I don't have much patience left, I can only be angry at the shit: so long daytime you don't have a seizure, now come? Still so reserved? I'll be at work tomorrow morning!"
As soon as I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes, my left chest became very heavy. Every time the heart "banged" and jumped, the people followed and sank into the bed again, trembling all over.
In high school, because of the pressure of studying, I had palpitations from time to time. By the time I got to college, the number of times I challenged myself (staying up late to watch the drama liver game) increased, and my mental weakness became more and more frequent. After graduation, there is no room tube to pull the electric gate, of course, more free.
Ah, it seems, the retribution for my staying up all night to die has finally come.
My mind was racing. What I said during the day, the brain holes that I had opened before, what old love wounds under the Five Elements Mountain five hundred years ago... The split head cover face was all smashed up, unable to sort out the logic, let alone stop. It was the early morning of the next day, and I used my little bit of consciousness to calculate how long I could sleep, and I wanted to throw up.
No, I couldn't fall asleep at all.
Medical treatment
Even the most stupid people should realize that it is not a coincidence that stomach pain and palpitations occur together. After an hour of failed compulsion to sleep, the symptoms of "diarrhea" gradually subsided, and I finally reacted: I am not eating badly, and the palpitations are the more serious ones.
Going to the hospital?
If I can fall asleep next, I should be fine. Although there are no more than a few hours before dawn, as long as you can sleep, it is easy to say whether the next day will be a transfer or sick leave. But the point is, this wave of tossing has made me suspicious, especially at night, and the panic is even worse. After all, I have been dying since I was a child, although I have only had palpitations before, who knows that my heart has not been secretly excited?
"Boom—"
I struggled to find out my phone to check it, "palpitations", "diarrhea", "diarrhea", "heart disease" these keywords arranged and combined, and the results I got were not more than my previous wild thoughts. In this way, going to a place with medical equipment and sitting and thinking is obviously better than thinking blindly in the corner of the wall...
Quickly thought about the more familiar night owl colleagues, there are a few close. I messaged them one by one.
"Still awake?" That one...... I don't feel good in my heart, can I accompany me to the hospital? ”
The dark, silent, gloomy phone screen dimmed, and the man didn't hear back. I tugged at my chest and sent it to the next person.
"Can you accompany me to the hospital?"
Being knocked out of the soul | 82nd edition of Journey to the West
This dragged on for about half an hour, and no one replied. It seems that it is really too late, and even the people who have a daily liver until dawn have slept. I climbed from the bed to the chair, casually put on my sweater pants and coat, and pulled out my phone to call a car.
At this time, I quickly went through the following questions in my head:
1. Who is closer to me?
2. Which hospitals near me are good at solving heart problems?
3. There are still 5-6 hours before my colleagues wake up one after another, can I wait until then? Who should I contact?
Then weChat message or something too twisted, I called a friend who may have experience directly.
"Sorry, the user you dialed is down."
Open the map to check the official website of the surrounding hospitals, and the useful information on the home page is pitiful.
"Boom boom boom—"
At this time, I caught sight of two triple-A on the map very slimy together, just 20 minutes drive from me. One doesn't work and there's another, the odds are a little bigger, right?
After about 20 minutes, I sat in the emergency room with my chest covered. "Doctor, my heart is uncomfortable, my heart palpitations, and I can't sleep until now." The doctor measured the pulse and replied: Everything is normal.
I'm dying, can this still be normal? I put on the most difficult expression in my life, and described my condition to the doctor again, and the subtext was: Even if I look normal now, it is difficult to say whether there will be an accident after I go back, right? Doctor, don't you want to prescribe me a medicine?
He confirmed the symptoms again, prescribed me a bottle of atenolol, and told me not to eat more, and to take half a tablet when it was uncomfortable.
Later, colleagues told me that there are a large number of beta1 receptors distributed in the heart muscle, and when the β1 receptors are excited, it will cause an increase in heart rate and myocardial contractility. Atenolol is a β receptor blocker that can slow down heart rate and can also be used to treat high blood pressure.
Toss all night, see a doctor for two minutes.
There were many people asleep in the corridors of the emergency department, some sleeping in the waiting area, some lying in wheelchairs, all covered with large quilts. I walked slowly around the legs of the men, hesitating to stay and observe. Walking like this, I walked out of the hall, into the cold wind outside, and I didn't have the strength to go next door again.
Eventually went back.
The next day
I opened my eyes until dawn.
In the blur, the walls buzzed. The bed pole, the floor, the ceiling, my teeth, all resonated, and my brain, which had not rested all night, was rubbed back and forth by an invisible chainsaw. Looking at the time, it was not yet 8 o'clock, and I didn't know which neighbor had started the renovation.
For now, the only thing to do is to go to work.
As soon as I arrived at the office, I was pressed on the sofa next to me like a national treasure, and then orange hot water and other things were handed one by one, and colleagues who saw the news rushed to comfort me. Knowing this, I wanted to get sick every day (no). So on this day, my task became to lie down and sleep...
It's weird to be able to fall asleep. It was so awkward to keep holding my chest and making sick skins, and I was forced to pick up my phone and join the small talk. In this conversation, when it comes to what I ate last night, the truth surfaces.
The sun bones turned back to the previous night at eight o'clock. I held my stomach and wandered around the mall. Then I stopped in front of the milk tea shop.
"Do you want to try Hong Kong-style milk tea?" My friend asked me.
Whether that cup of milk tea was good or not, I had forgotten, and after this night, I never had the opportunity to go back to verify. I just remember it being icy, and I drank it as I walked, all the way.
Now I think, diarrhea, palpitations, can't sleep, this is the same as the effect of drinking coffee before! I was clearly because I had drunk too much caffeine from that cup of milk tea!
"Most of the cups of xx milk tea are aged black tea." Colleagues explain sadly from the sidelines.
Weak, I can only collapse in the sofa from a distance, in return hahaha...
No wonder the doctor said I was all right, hahaha. Thinking back, before drinking coffee, I would have stomach pains, and drinking milk Gaigong tea also had palpitations, haha. Looks like I'm going to say goodbye to a whole bunch of drinks, and the kings have a chance to meet again, ha.
But the good guy knows the reason, don't guess. In the hours since, I have been drinking water - going to the toilet - drinking water - going to the toilet, trying to metabolize the caffeine in my body as soon as possible. By the evening, although I was still blocked and weak, I had passed the most serious time.
Second night & day 3
My goal is to be able to fall asleep. The thought of returning home and spending another night alone made my heart bottomless. Thinking about it, I brought a friend who lived close to me to accompany me.
By 11 o'clock in the evening, my tiredness and sleepiness became very insignificant. Staying up late will indeed be like this, after the previous few times of getting up early and greedy, it is the most difficult to stay up in the morning, and it will return to blood at night. But I knew that this brief mental head was just an illusion. I haven't slept for almost 40 hours, and I can't do it, I can't do it.
Face to wall, I lay again in the position where I had tossed and turned the night before.
After turning off the lights, I habitually started chatting with my friends, and after just two words, she ignored me anymore. I had to shut up and sleep. Hey, honestly, the bed was a bit crowded at 1.2 meters, hey, and there were people around me gasping for air that I hadn't adapted to all the time. But the situation is special, no matter how unaccustomed, it is much better than no one to help you call an ambulance... Thanksgiving is not too late, what a bicycle!
So the wall was hard to sleep, and I actually fell asleep.
When I woke up again, it was already noon. The sun is low in winter, and the sun shines through the gaps in the curtains.
"How are you?" A friend who had finished washing sat next to him and asked.
I lowered my head, touched the position of my heart, and felt it hard. Eh...? It's okay! Wait a little longer, it's calm. I was almost excited, and I was afraid of triggering the remnants of the force in my body, so I smirked and sat down honestly. Just as the great aunt will make people miss the dry days incomparably, before this wave of tossing, I would know that every sleep can be so happy.
Taking a few big breaths of excitement, we ordered lunch with confidence.
"There's Justice League in the afternoon, don't you want to see it?"
"I think... Yes! So movie tickets were bought.
After all, I slept too full and was not hungry, so I only ordered a bowl for lunch. After eating, I haven't put away the lunch box yet——
With a few sounds in his heart, the power of the living person in his chest was instantly "drained". Before I could react, the man went back to bed.
"Aren't you?" The friend who pushed the door back was a little frightened.
"That..." I buried my face in the quilt and replied weakly, "Maybe eating, or too reluctantly... Let's go first..."
The face is like dead ash | Raiders of the Rising Sun
I never got out of bed again until she left.
My palpitations didn't last until the fourth day. I was really fine that afternoon, and I caught up with that movie.
Ten months have passed, how have I lived after this matter is over? Or so it goes:
Watch your colleagues go to coffee in the morning, and then sit in the room full of fragrant coffee aromas;
In the afternoon, watch them make a single order in the milk tea group of hundreds of people, and then divide the milk tea in the wind and fire;
At night, watch your roommate unpack the newly taken tea leaves and boil hot water to brew it for a cup;
……
And I can't drink a mouthful.
Last week, though, I bought a couple of packs of super-cheap instant milk tea at the supermarket. Yes, it's all right, right?
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