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症状

鼻中隔湾曲症矯正術 全身麻酔

スケジュール

• 12/10-13 入院
• 12/20 詰め物取る

病院

都内の大きい病院
6人部屋

入院中

12/10 入院1日目

夕食

すき焼き？

消灯

1人のお爺さんと同室、夜はお爺さんのうめき声、ナースコールが多くて眠れなかった、耳栓必須かと。点滴を自分で抜いていた…なんか見ていて辛かった…

12/11 入院2日目

手術日、昨晩眠れなかったので看護師に相談、新しく2人同室に入院する、お爺さんを別室に移動して頂けた

11:00 手術時間

付き添ってくれた看護師さん、緊張していないと良く励ましてくれて優しかった、医者、麻酔、看護師、スタッフが多く安心感はあった

14:00 覚醒

消灯

喉に血がたまって、眠れなく、痛みもあって、ほぼ眠れなかった、夜中に睡眠剤もらって3時間くらい寝れた

12/12 入院3日目

体を冷やす、手術着のまま、窓際で体が冷えたかも
午後に発熱する、37.8

消灯

発熱で寝られなく、辛かった、この日も3時間くらい

12/13 入院4日目

退院日

症状

熱が37.0あったがなんとか動けるようにはなった

10:00

退院

12:00

帰宅

12/14

久しぶりの自宅での睡眠、口呼吸で口が気持ち悪くなり、3時、5時と目が覚めてうがいをする

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We are delighted to be able to inform the reader, that during the whole of this scene, Gringoire and his piece had stood firm. His actors, spurred on by him, had not ceased to spout his comedy, and he had not ceased to listen to it. He had made up his mind about the tumult, and was determined to proceed to the end, not giving up the hope of a return of attention on the part of the public. This gleam of hope acquired fresh life, when he saw Quasimodo, Coppenole, and the deafening escort of the pope of the procession of fools quit the hall amid great uproar. The throng rushed eagerly after them. “Good,” he said to himself, “there go all the mischief-makers.” Unfortunately, all the mischief-makers constituted the entire audience. In the twinkling of an eye, the grand hall was empty.

In the twinkling of an eye, all was ready to execute Coppenole’s idea. Bourgeois, scholars and law clerks all set to work. The little chapel situated opposite the marble table was selected for the scene of the grinning match. A pane broken in the pretty rose window above the door, left free a circle of stone through which it was agreed that the competitors should thrust their heads. In order to reach it, it was only necessary to mount upon a couple of hogsheads, which had been produced from I know not where, and perched one upon the other, after a fashion. It was settled that each candidate, man or woman (for it was possible to choose a female pope), should, for the sake of leaving the impression of his grimace fresh and complete, cover his face and remain concealed in the chapel until the moment of his appearance. In less than an instant, the chapel was crowded with competitors, upon whom the door was then closed.

While the pensioner of Ghent and his eminence were exchanging very low bows and a few words in voices still lower, a man of lofty stature, with a large face and broad shoulders, presented himself, in order to enter abreast with Guillaume Rym; one would have pronounced him a bull-dog by the side of a fox. His felt doublet and leather jerkin made a spot on the velvet and silk which surrounded him. Presuming that he was some groom who had stolen in, the usher stopped him.

Poor Gringoire! the din of all the great double petards of the Saint-Jean, the discharge of twenty arquebuses on supports, the detonation of that famous serpentine of the Tower of Billy, which, during the siege of Paris, on Sunday, the twenty-sixth of September, 1465, killed seven Burgundians at one blow, the explosion of all the powder stored at the gate of the Temple, would have rent his ears less rudely at that solemn and dramatic moment, than these few words, which fell from the lips of the usher, “His eminence, Monseigneur the Cardinal de Bourbon.”