Share, what is it like to sit outside the operating room and wait?

I would cry unconsciously, I was very scared, I didn't know what would happen after the doctor came out of the operating room, and I felt empty.

It is a sense of anxiety of waiting, and there is nothing I can do about it, so I can only pray silently in my heart alone.

The biggest experience is that I am very anxious, I want to replace him in the operating room, and my heart is trembling, afraid of the bad result.

In the long passage, I was alone, lonely, lonely. Occasionally, when the operating room door opened, my heart tightened, and when I saw that it was someone else, I continued to sit down and wait.

I was waiting for my wife outside the operating room, and I wished that I was the one lying in the operating room, and I felt like there were ants moving around.

The last time my wife had surgery, outside the operation, I was nervous, thinking about our previous good memories, before I could finish recalling, my wife was pushed out, the doctor said that the operation was successful, and the hanging heart was finally put down.

Grandpa was going to have surgery, and although we were waiting outside the operating room, we were anxious, but fortunately he had a successful operation.

I don't know what mood it was, but I went in through the operation passage, my parents walked through the passage of family members, and when I entered the door of the operating room, there were many waiting family members, and after entering the gate, I struggled to get up and saw my parents desperately squeezing through the crowd just to see me, and then after I came out and woke up, my aunt said that my dad had been complaining about himself over there for letting me follow them for so many roads (during the transfer of several hospitals) My mother had been crying secretly outside.

I didn't want to tell my mom when I gave birth, I knew my mom was going to cry. But she came anyway, and I was told that my mother had been crying since I entered the operating room. I don't know how other people feel.

I have waited outside the operating room countless times, with surgeries from friends and surgeries with loved ones. That mood is very heavy, frowning, uncomfortable.

My aunt was about to give birth, and our family waited outside the operating room, excited and worried, until we heard the child's cry and the adult announced that it was okay, and we were relieved.

The first time I waited outside the operating room was when my husband had surgery. The time of that day passed really slowly, very slowly.

When my grandfather was in the operating room, I was very worried, is life so fragile, and that's when I realized how important my grandfather was to me.

My sister will be in the delivery room next month. At this moment, it is more distressing and anxiety than happiness. My sister and I have a deep relationship, and when I look at my sister's big belly and swollen legs, I want to cry in distress, and I can't do anything for her.

I hope my sister and baby are safe! Have a little princess!

Last Friday, a colleague had surgery! The doctor came out three times! Say it to the family every time! And cut off something! Go for pathology! There seems to be nothing but despair.

The closer the bloodline gets, the more uncomfortable it becomes. Tears flowed unconsciously

Hehe, I had a broken bone, I had to be operated on with a steel nail, and according to my mother, I was pushed in and then I went to eat.

At half past seven on Wednesday morning, my grandmother was wheeled into the operating room, and it was about nine o'clock after the preoperative preparation and anesthesia were done. The operating room was full of people, and everyone looked serious. In order to make the time pass a little faster, we chatted together, and the mouth was dry, and only an hour passed.

Walking up and down the hallway, standing up and sitting down, sitting down and standing up again, time seemed to be slowed down, and another hour passed. One after another, there were broadcasts that began to call the family members to sign at the door of the operating room or something, it has been two hours, the doctor has not moved, and suddenly he is very nervous, before the doctor said that the operation is generally two or three hours, but now two hours have passed and we have not shown us what was cut. The people in the family began to call ** to ask if the operation was completed, and after replying one by one, it was twelve o'clock, and my aunt called ** to ask, and I started crying as I spoke, and my tears were immediately urged down.

After my aunt hung up **, the radio finally called us over, three steps and two steps to run over, the doctor showed us the cut lung and tumor, and then told us about the operation, seeing that the cut off such a big piece, my heart was pinched together. After another hour and a half, the grandmother was pushed out of the operating room and pushed into the intensive care unit, her face was pale, unconscious, lying there motionless, the anesthesia had not woken up, she felt sorry for the old lady, I hope that the disease has not been transferred, everything is still in time, and then take good care of her and recover well.