Have you ever had a misdiagnosis that scared you half to death?

During my sophomore year, I had a supper at night, and I bought a pack of "pickled pepper beef noodles" with my classmates, which was super spicy, and after eating, I had a stomach at 4 o'clock in the evening, and it hurt so much that I got up and went to the toilet twice. In the end, it hurt so much that I couldn't sleep, so I sat down and lay on the table with my pillow covering my stomach. It wasn't until the afternoon of the same day that my sister took me to the hospital, Zhongshan Torch Development Zone X Dan Hospital, the doctor checked and said that I had acute appendicitis and needed surgery and couldn't be delayed, otherwise there would be a risk of appendix perforation.

A month before the college entrance examination, I had a persistent fever and cough and had little effect on pneumonia**, and the doctor said that I should go to the infectious disease hospital to have a look. Doctor's diagnosis: tuberculosis.

After being diagnosed, I took medicine for more than a month, infused fluids for more than a month, and took a lot of medicine every day, because of the effect of the drug, the excrement turned red. This kind of is generally not fatal, but it is completely good to last. The long ** is very desperate, not only the body has to endure highly toxic drugs, but you also have to always be aware that you are a pathogen.

Mid-July, this time last year. With the ** re-inspection, the director said you, um. Who was the attending doctor, I thought I was going to cool down, and then he said that you are not tuberculosis and can be discharged.

When I was a child, I had acute appendicitis, went to the hospital, and diagnosed: "Other children are crying and fussing in acute pain, and this is so calm must just be stretching." So he went home to recuperate, fell asleep with various fevers and didn't eat, and after a few days found that the person was going to pass, so he dragged him to the hospital to see that he was perforated.

The pus in the entire abdominal cavity is still like that, if it weren't for the peritoneal membrane or something, it would have really passed.

My hand was very painful before the college entrance examination, and I went to the doctor and was diagnosed with cervical spondylosis, spinal deformation and compression of nerves, which was very serious, and I would be paralyzed if I was not hospitalized, and I would be in a vegetative state, which made me feel like a college entrance examination mentality, and the results were completely lower than the usual level (the usual level is still more difficult than the college entrance examination papers).After the exam, I went for a follow-up visit, and different doctors had the same CT **, and the result said that I was fine, and there was no disease. I was.

Back in his hometown, the doctor checked and said that it was not appendicitis, but acute gastroenteritis, and he may have eaten something that he shouldn't eat, similar to a knot in the intestines. As a result, I lay in my hometown hospital for a day, and I was discharged the next day.

The child next door had Henoch-Schonlein purpura, and two days after eating with him, he found that he also had bleeding spots on his legs. When I went to the hospital to check, the doctor said that it might be purpura. The result is that the scrubbing is too hard.

Until I graduated, I went to ** because of a cold, and I just didn't hang up to the district hospital, but went to the surrounding town hospital, and the old doctor was particularly responsible for why I was misdiagnosed from various diagnostic grounds, and I didn't do a bunch of tests like the district hospital I used to go to before (and I was even asked to do a thyroid test. A bunch of useless nutritional pills were prescribed.

Special thanks to the old doctor, the psychological shadow has been completely erased, and he has stopped taking medicine and has turned to active exercise. The physique has now improved significantly, from the previous cold every change of season to almost no cold for a year.

It's been 4 years since then. I often wonder why people are afraid of risks, because they do not have the ability to resist risks, so they work hard to study and make money, and this social money is the foundation to increase the ability to resist risks. To make matters worse, I'm afraid of this dilemma.