Early detection and treatment may be the key to life and death.

　　When she was discharged from the hospital, she took a picture at the gate of the hospital.

　　Her husband records the changes of her illness on the desk calendar every day, and the photos are provided by Piao Piao Sao.

　　Oral speaker: 53-year-old female, Piaopiaosa (net name), emergency doctor of Wuhan Eighth Hospital.

　　On February 16th, the doctor named Piao Piao Sao was discharged from the hospital and went home for 6 days. Half a month ago, she thought she would never come back.

　　Recalling the 20 days from illness to critical illness to recovery, Piao Piao sighed that "the disease developed rapidly beyond imagination". As a medical worker, she wants to remind all the patients who are being treated with her own experience that COVID-19’s clinical manifestations are diverse, with different degrees of severity, and her condition changes quite quickly, sometimes within a few hours. Early detection, early diagnosis and early treatment are the key. Especially when there is any discomfort in your body, don’t bear it. You must inform the doctor at the first time, which is probably the key point to decide life and death.

　　For hours, I was so asymptomatic that I couldn’t walk

　　I have been sitting there since the emergency department was changed into a fever clinic.

　　On the morning of January 23rd, I took my temperature as usual: normal. I ate a bowl of egg noodles and rushed to the hospital. On that day, there were still many patients.

　　At 9 o’clock in the morning, I received a notice from the hospital, asking us to take time to do a CT scan. I usually have the habit of fitness, and my health has always been very good. My colleagues call me Iron Man. But I took the CT as required. "There is something wrong with the film, 4 places!" When I got the CT results, my heart thumped and I began to think about when I was recruited.

　　I have taken my temperature every morning since I went to the fever clinic. On the 22nd, there were a lot of patients. Although they called each other, there were several patients and their families standing in front of me as soon as they entered the clinic. The head nurse was worried that the air in the clinic would not circulate, so she opened the window. I sat by the window and felt a little cold, so I closed the window. She was worried that the air in the clinic was not circulating, and I felt cold. We kept opening and closing the windows, perhaps because of the cold, or because we were too tired to work overtime for several days in a row. In short, our immunity declined. This is the only reason I can think of.

　　I don’t have a fever, and I don’t have any symptoms. I should be in the early stage. I should be able to get well soon when I go home to take medicine. I quickly diagnosed myself. I went to the pharmacy to get moxifloxacin, oseltamivir, Abidor tablets and Lianhua Qingwen capsules, and went back to the office to pack my things and go home. Feeling a little hot in my head, I took out a thermometer and measured it: 38.7 degrees. I have a fever. I decided to go home at once.

　　It only takes five or six minutes to walk from home to the hospital. When I get home, I’m going to take a bath and then sleep. Before I entered the bathroom, I began to have a severe headache and vomiting, and I had no energy at all. "I heard that you were recruited?" My brother called. "There is something wrong with taking CT, and people are a little uncomfortable. I won’t tell you first." At this time, I have no strength to hold my mobile phone, and I just want to hang up quickly.

　　My husband went back to his hometown, and I was the only one at home. At this point, my whole body is extremely weak. The disease is developing so fast that I didn’t expect it. I must go to the hospital at once. The director’s phone call came in. He was infected a week earlier than me, saying that he knew my situation and immediately sent someone to pick me up at the gate of the community. From home to the door of the community, it usually takes only two or three minutes, and I walked for more than 20 minutes that day. For the first time, I feel that the road is so difficult and long. If only someone could carry me. A doctor and two nurses in the emergency department were already waiting at the door, and they pushed me to the hospital by flat car.

　　The fever has gone down, and I thought I was getting better.

　　I was admitted to the hospital. Woke up again, it was the next afternoon, and I had a high fever for a day and a night.

　　After treatment, the body temperature dropped quickly. During my stay in the Eighth Hospital, my temperature was high and low, and I kept sweating repeatedly, and I had to change several sets of underwear a day. The most uncomfortable thing is headache and severe fatigue. The nurse came to give me an injection, and I didn’t even have the strength to raise my hand. I have no appetite at all. I only ate two or two porridge for five days in hospital.

　　On the fifth day, the results of nucleic acid test came out: positive, and I was diagnosed as COVID-19. My husband was very worried about me, so he asked someone to buy albumin and globulin for me, but my temperature never dropped to normal. On the eighth day, I was informed that I was transferred to Jinyintan Hospital in Wuhan for further treatment.

　　There were four people on a transfer car, and there was no oxygen on the car. I opened my mouth as wide as possible and kept panting. "How long will it take to get there?" We kept asking along the way, and it seemed that there was no end in sight for more than 10 minutes.

　　At 1: 00 noon on the 30th, I was admitted to an ordinary isolation ward on the second floor of Jinyintan Hospital, where the attending team was the Shanghai medical team. After hormone shock therapy, my fever dropped the next morning, my chest suddenly became clear, I felt much more comfortable and my spirit improved.

　　I breathed a sigh of relief and thought that my condition was developing in a good direction.

　　On the third day of transfer, his condition turned sharply and he was dying.

　　February 1st, 10th day of hospitalization, 3rd day of transfer.

　　No one expected that my condition would suddenly take a turn for the worse at night: I had difficulty breathing and a severe cough, as if my heart would pop out at any time after running 10 thousand meters. The heart rate is very slow, and there is an indescribable chest pain sweeping through the body. If you move a little, you will be in pain. I think this should be the second counterattack of the virus.

　　I am a doctor. According to the symptoms, I judged that I had endocarditis and pericardial effusion, so I quickly told the doctor about my situation. I vaguely heard the nurse say that "the situation is not very good, and people are dying." I don’t think I can make it tonight myself. Thinking that I might never see my husband and daughter again, I struggled to get through to my husband. "I can’t … …” Hearing this sentence, my husband cried with a "wow". Every time I say a word, my chest pains are suffocating. I can only pick the most worrying things and make a simple explanation to him.

　　Soon, the nurse came to draw blood and the doctor added medicine to me. The next day, my test results came out, pericarditis. The doctor said, fortunately, I spoke early and won valuable time for them to deal with it. My life was saved by myself.

　　After that, my situation improved day by day. On the eighth day, I felt that I had recovered almost, and applied for CT and nucleic acid examination. I heard that I wanted to leave the hospital, but my husband worried that I was not well and advised me to stay a few more days. I can’t occupy such precious medical resources. I have to make room for patients who need urgent treatment. In order to reassure him, I sent him photos of three meals a day, and also asked my patients to help me take a video of my exercise in the ward and send it to him.

　　On February 11th, I was discharged from the hospital. After life and death, it seems like a lifetime ago. When my husband came to pick me up, he specially brought the changes of my illness that he recorded for me every day for 20 days. Seeing the familiar fonts on the desk calendar, I burst into tears. Only after experiencing life and death can we know that living is really happy.

　　I’ll be isolated at home for another eight days, and then I can go to work. I am very grateful to my colleagues in the hospital for their care and support, and to all the medical staff of the Shanghai Medical Team of Jinyintan Hospital for their meticulous treatment. I want to go to the battlefield again and fight with my brothers and sisters to the end. I want to see Wuhan filled with fireworks as soon as possible. When the quarantine expires, I will donate plasma and treat more patients with my own blood. (Reporter Liu Xuan)