The night before the surgery, my sister in the next bed took me to take a shower, and I had complete insomnia
That night, I had an all-sleepless night.
On July 30, 2019, the day before the operation, after dinner, it was already 7 p.m., and we were located on the twelfth floor of the hospital's inpatient building, in a specific ward.
Sister, my next bed patient, just came back from a bath, and her fresh appearance aroused my curiosity: "Sister, what did you just take in the bath?" The sister next to the bed made a shush gesture and put her index finger in front of her mouth, "Be quiet, and find a ward you know." ”
For a crowded ward like West China Hospital, a place to be able to take a shower is obviously a very expensive ward. I looked at my sister enviously, and before I could say anything, my sister approached me and whispered, "Hurry up and grab your hospital gown and toiletries, and I'll take you there." ”
I hurriedly sorted out the clothes to change, washbasin and towels, etc., and followed my sister out of the ward, turning right through the hallway, and passing through the three wards. When I came to the fourth door, the door was closed. My sister knocked politely on the door. The door opened, and a woman in her fifties dressed in a blue and white cheongsam appeared, looking elegant and tasteful. Seeing that it was the familiar Sister Zhang, she smiled and said, "What happened?" "My sister hurriedly introduced me and said that I would also have surgery tomorrow morning and wanted to take a shower.
The woman's husband, who was lying in a bed, was in his seventies and eighties, and was also hospitalized with heart problems. She politely let me into the room and then gently closed the door. There were two beds in the ward, and I felt ashamed, but the lady was very generous. I thanked the two elders and went into the bathroom and closed the door. 
This shower was the most enjoyable in six days. From the afternoon of July 25th to the evening of July 28th, I took a dry shower in the bathroom of the six-person room. The bathroom is about two square meters, there are no showers, only a faucet, the wall on the right is covered with towels, and toiletries are placed in the corner. Patients need to use their own thermos bottles of water, pour cold water into the basin, and then add an appropriate amount of hot water, so that they can barely take a simple bath.
In order not to disturb the rest of the two elders, I took a shower as soon as possible, thanked them again, and returned to the main ward. It was half an hour later. I feel a lot more refreshed and more energetic. I rubbed my hair, enjoying the scent of my dried strands.
When she thanked her sister in the next bed, she was already lying on the bed, smiling and saying, "Don't think about it, rest early!" Then he closed his eyes and began to fall asleep.
I thought about tomorrow morning's 7 o'clock surgery, and nervousness and worry filled my mind. Although the doctor said that the surgery would be performed under general anesthesia and that I would not feel pain, I was still worried about the success rate of the surgery and about the possible pain. At this time, various sounds mingled in the hospital at night, making it difficult for me to sleep.
I think back to my job, I left my hometown and chose to work in Inner Mongolia for a better life and higher income. After only one year back in Chengdu, I may never see my colleagues, former classmates and teachers who work together again. This made me feel some regrets and made me think about the impermanence of life.
I thought about my family, the elderly figure of my parents, the faltering steps of my children's grandmother, and many other things to be attended. I realized that there were a lot of things I might never be able to accomplish again.
Especially when I think about eleven years ago, in order to have a better life, I came to work in Inner Mongolia far away from home. Spent ten years there. At that time, I had just returned to Chengdu from out of town for a year, and my daughter was only in the fifth grade when I left. If I really can't survive the surgery, she'll be a fatherless child. Thinking of this, sadness welled up in my heart.
That night, I had a time of complete insomnia.