This is a record about my recent surgery. I hope it can be helpful to everyone.
About 20 years ago, my mother was a nurse in a small clinic nearby. I often ran to her place to play after dinner. Once, a young doctor who had just graduated pinched my face and found a lump the size of a rice grain on my right cheek. He said that this thing is called lipoma, which is very common. It occurs all over the body and does not need to be treated.
Therefore, for the next twenty years, I treated this little thing as my own lipoma and did not do any examination. Fortunately, it has always been lurking under the skin, and there is usually no abnormality visible. Until two years ago, this "lipoma" began to grow slowly, and it gradually made me feel that my right cheek had become a little bigger.
Maybe it would affect my beauty, so I decided to cut it off, so I looked up some information and found out that the tumor was in a bad location - the facial nerves were overgrown and sensitive, and it might cause facial paralysis, so I chose the famous West China Hospital in Chengdu. .
It was a cloudy day when we both went, registering, waiting in line, and seeing a doctor. The doctor touched it and said, "This doesn't look like a lipoma, but more like a cyst. Let's take a X-ray."
The results were different from what we thought, which always made me a little panicked. We walked to the corridor and turned on our mobile phones to check. Oh, it was a cyst. It didn't seem to be a problem, so we breathed a sigh of relief.
Went downstairs to do color ultrasound. After lying on the bed, the girl who performed the color Doppler ultrasound began to slide the instrument on my face. I was thinking in my mind whether to remove the cyst under general anesthesia or local anesthesia. Wouldn't it be scary? How much will it cost?
At this moment, she stopped moving, turned to call another older colleague, and whispered, Eh? Come and take a look?
have a look? What to see? What's so big about it? My ears perked up immediately.
Her colleague came over and stared at the screen. The two began to bite their ears, and they could only vaguely hear things like "blood vessels" and "blood flow".
My heart skipped a beat, because no matter whether I thought it was a lipoma or a cyst, I knew there shouldn't be blood vessels inside.
After a while, the color ultrasound was finished, and I went out and sat in the corridor to wait for the results. She was happily playing with her phone. I didn’t say anything to her and started playing with her phone too.
After waiting for an hour to get the results, I scanned briefly and found the text at the bottom was "suspected pleomorphic adenoma."
My heart skipped a beat, wondering if this thing was a tumor? Turning to look at her, she didn't look good either. So we both made a tacit understanding and turned on the phone to check, oh, it was really a tumor.
It was past five o'clock in the afternoon. When I returned to the clinic upstairs, the doctor who treated me had already got off work. I hurried to the next door clinic to ask another doctor who was clearing the table.
The doctor took the report and looked at it with a relaxed expression on his face: Oh, it's an adenoma, it's nothing.
I asked, what type of tumor is this?
The doctor said that it was very common and that it would be just a matter of surgical removal. The seven days of hospitalization after the operation would cost about 10,000 yuan - and that's before reimbursement by medical insurance.
I couldn't do it at that time, so I asked the doctor, could I wait a few months after the Chinese New Year before doing it next year?
The doctor said, no problem!
The doctor got off work, and we walked out of the hospital. When we looked at each other, we both looked unhappy. At that time, I said to her, "You looked solemn at that time, and you looked like you were scared to death." She said to me, "You were obviously pretending to be relaxed at that time to comfort me, which made me even more nervous."
After returning home, I started to look up "pleomorphic adenoma" and found out that this is a common tumor that occurs in the parotid gland, and most of it is benign. According to the examination results, the border of my right cheek has regular boundaries, good mobility, and no pain or itching, which means it has neither become malignant nor invaded the facial nerve. It should be a benign tumor - most of these tumors are also benign.
This way I felt relieved. Think about it, tumors are inherently divided into benign and malignant. When mentioning tumors, you don’t think of “cancer”. Just cut them off. It’s not a big deal.
But after finding out the results, my mentality suddenly became different. Probably every young person will feel that scary words like tumors are far away from them. Although they often hear them in life, few people will feel that those words will really happen to them. But now it suddenly fell on me, making me feel quite unlucky. Sometimes I say to myself, oh, I have a tumor! Which of you has grown up? Sometimes I say to myself, oh, why am I the one who has this thing, while others are fine?
Then I felt unmotivated when doing anything that required long-term planning. I was writing the story in code, and I was thinking about what this character would be like after hundreds of thousands of words. Suddenly, the word "tumor" jumped out of thin air, which suddenly put an end to my elation. So I took a deep breath and started thinking over and over in my head about the information I had checked and the current situation of the thing on my face, and then I said to myself, it’s benign, it’s benign, I’ll cut it off after the New Year, it’s okay!
I also started to feel pain from the tumor. It hurts slightly when I get angry and feel bad. This incident actually taught me another novel field - it turns out that mental state can have such a huge and obvious impact on physiological state. Before the diagnosis, it had never hurt a day in the twenty years before it was diagnosed, and even if it accidentally bumped into it, it felt nothing. But once it was diagnosed, it actually felt a slight pain the next day, and the pain lasted for a month!
After being in such panic for a period of time, after the Chinese New Year this year, in March, I decided to cut it off. The night before we were going to the hospital, she checked the information again as usual and found that we had gone to the wrong hospital.
The better hospital for pleomorphic adenoma is indeed West China, but there are several hospitals in West China. The one we should go to is the Head and Neck Oncology Department of West China Stomatological Hospital. I started to register that night, only to find that it was horribly difficult to register for this hospital, and I couldn't get one for more than a week.
Until around nine o'clock in the evening on Qingming Festival, I had to go out and burn paper money for my mother. After I finished writing the memorial note, I took a look at her photo on the table, and she was looking at me too. I picked up my phone and opened the official account of West China Dental Hospital and clicked on registration. I saw an appointment option was green, so I clicked "appointment", and then the number that I hadn't gotten for a week was inexplicably registered. thanks Mom.
A few days later, I went to the hospital and saw a doctor. The doctor also said bluntly that he needed surgery.
In fact, apart from the tumor itself, the most troublesome aspect of this surgery is the possibility of facial nerve damage. I asked the doctor, "Doctor, I heard that this surgery may cause distortion of the mouth and eyes, facial paralysis, and permanent recovery. So, what is the possibility of this?" The doctor told me that we don’t know about it in other hospitals, but in our West China Dental Clinic, the possibility is one in 5,000.
Well, Huaxi Dental is ranked second in the country, which is really domineering.
Before I had time to be happy, he touched my tumor again and said, well, it's borderline... The mobility is pretty good, but the possibility of malignant transformation cannot be ruled out. Okay, you go downstairs to check in and wait for scheduled surgeries!
After registering for admission, I was told that I would have to wait for a bed for one to one and a half months.
The suffering started when I got home. I always think about the doctor’s words, “The possibility of malignant transformation cannot be ruled out.” In fact, I had thought about this possibility myself before - the probability of malignant transformation of pleomorphic adenoma over 15 years has reached 9.5%, not to mention that my recent growth rate has accelerated. This changed my view of the world and life, and I began to truly realize that I was just one of the many living beings and had no destiny. Some things that may happen to others may also happen to me.
In the past, when I saw car accidents, mudslides, air crashes, and accidents caused by accidental factors, I thought it was impossible for them to happen to me. At this time, I realized that everyone who died in the disaster must have thought the same way. I have become more cautious in my actions. Even when I pass by a roadside stall and see a gas tank, I have to walk quickly to avoid being affected by the accidental explosion. I also started to pay serious attention to my physical condition, and checked for some minor ailments and problems that I thought were no big deal in the past - of course, these also revealed some other more serious problems, but they are not included in this article.
This month, in June, the hospital finally called me and asked me to be admitted.
So we prepared cat food, cat litter and water at home, and the two of us dragged our suitcases to the hospital.
I'll give you some details about hospitalization below, just in case (preferably not) anyone needs it.
After being admitted to the hospital, I was told that due to epidemic prevention and control requirements, family members and patients accompanying the bed were not allowed to go out after entering the oncology ward on the 10th floor. If family members went out, they could not come back, and they could not change family members midway.
We were unlucky and were assigned to a seven-person ward with the bed in the middle. There is a blue foldable chair on the bed, which can be used by accompanying family members to sleep at night.
The two of us entered the ward and stood beside the bed in a daze for a while. We saw that several patients in the same ward had their heads wrapped tightly, and each of them had a blood-colored drainage tube protruding from his neck, draining the bright red liquid in his body into a small Inside the ball, I felt terrible.
Then we tore off the plastic film on the bed, packed our luggage, and put all kinds of supplies. The lady who was escorting us in the bed next door on the left told us how to pack food and where to throw away the trash. After packing my things and sitting on the bed, I didn't know what to do for a while.
After a while, the two of them were called by the doctor in charge to the nurse station to inquire about their condition. After a few words, I was told that surgery for pleomorphic adenoma does not reach the level of intravenous antibiotics according to the current regulations of our hospital, and oral antibiotics are required. He also asked us if we had any family members outside. We could go to the first floor to buy a seven-day supply of antibiotics and deliver them to the door on the tenth floor, and then the nurses outside would bring them in.
This is the first point I want to complain about. We are both on the tenth floor of the hospital, and the pharmacy is on the first floor. But because of the regulations, someone else had to run over from somewhere else and pick up the medicine on the first floor. Chengdu is such a big place, but I still need to take medicine tomorrow. Isn’t this troublesome? I said that we had no relatives or friends in Chengdu, and the doctor said that you guys should try buying medicines on JD.com.
So I spent the entire afternoon of the first day studying how to buy medicine. I asked an errand boy to buy medicine, but the errand boy said he couldn't buy it. If you order medicine from a nearby takeaway pharmacy, they will not deliver antibiotics. Finally, I bought it on JD.com, and I knew that when I arrived the next day, I would first put it on the express shelf at the entrance of the hospital, and then the staff would pick it up at four o'clock every afternoon and distribute the takeout to each ward, but I was told at the same time "Possibly lost."
So, a tip, if someone is going to be hospitalized, buy antibiotics in advance just in case.
After finishing the matter of buying medicine, we both felt better. In fact, it was because of the words of the surgeon that "you cannot inject intravenous antibiotics for surgeries of this level" - I suddenly felt that cricket pleomorphic adenoma was nothing for Huaxi Dental, and even oral medication would be enough.
So we started listening to the chats of people in the same ward. The lady on the bed on the left is chatting with someone.
She said a few words, then suddenly moved her hand, looked at me, and then at the others: ... Most of the people on our floor and in our ward are here. The doctor didn't tell you, he just told you it was a cyst.
I didn't react for a while, so I asked: What on earth is that?
The eldest sister looked at me with a confused and tacit expression, and I suddenly realized that she must have been talking about cancer.
I felt my face turn red all of a sudden. I turned to look at her and saw the look of fear on both of our faces. "Everyone who comes to this floor or this ward basically has cancer"? What's wrong?
The two of us got together and wanted to comfort each other, but for a while it seemed that we couldn't find anything to comfort us, so we had to look at our phones separately. I clicked on Baidu casually, didn't know what to draw, and then let out an obvious and relaxed laugh, so that she felt that I didn't take what I just said to my heart, and now I was immediately attracted to something interesting. attention.
Fortunately, after staying up for another hour, the chief surgeon also came to talk to us.
The chief surgeon was a tall man and began to explain to me in detail the possible risks of the operation.
The worst-case scenario, he said, is when the tumor grows and wraps around the facial nerves. In this case, in order to remove the tumor, we have to cut off the nerves as well. Because there is a capsule on the outside of pleomorphic adenoma, if the tumor is incised and the capsule is ruptured, it is likely to recur in the future.
Of course, in most cases, the facial nerve grows close to the tumor, so we can preserve the facial nerve - but you may encounter in the book that the facial nerve can be easily damaged after surgery, but this can all be recovered. .
I asked, if it is the worst case scenario and the nerve is cut during the operation, will it still be reconnected?
The doctor raised his hand and gestured behind his ear. Look here, there is a nerve. If that happens, we will remove the nerve and use it to connect it. However, your ears will feel numb after this, but it will have no effect.
I asked, if the nerve is connected, can the original function be restored 100%?
The doctor sighed and said that nerve regeneration is quite mysterious and cannot be explained clearly.
I said, is there a 50% probability?
The doctor sighed and said, it's quite metaphysical.
I also sighed and said, if the worst happens to me, I hope to have the tumor cut open and my facial nerves removed. I don’t want facial paralysis, and it doesn’t matter if it recurs in the future.
The doctor sighed and said that it would be very troublesome to do it again after the recurrence, as a nucleus would be formed.
I sighed and said, I am still young and don’t want facial paralysis yet.
The doctor sighed and said that none of this can be seen now, and they will have to wait until the operation.
I sighed, and just as I was about to say it, the doctor asked me to go back.
Most of the fear comes from the unknown. After talking to the doctor like this, I no longer have much fear. In other words, the fear of "cancer" has been transferred to the matter of "facial paralysis". The tumor has been growing for 20 years, and I think there is a high probability that the facial nerve is covered.
What should I do when I sign for sales in the future? I always boast about my prosperity and beauty, but what readers see is that I have a crooked mouth and eyes. Maybe they will no longer read my books to deceive people.
No food or water was allowed after 12 o'clock that night, but it was difficult to fall asleep. Patients will suck sputum and cough in the middle of the night, and occasionally the detector will beep and alarm. After finally surviving until the next day, the nurse took the patient and his family downstairs for a checkup, and they were not allowed to run around. Because I needed general anesthesia, I took a chest X-ray, color ultrasound and enhanced CT of the tumor.
What is more interesting is enhanced CT. The difference from ordinary CT is that iodine is injected into the vein (isn’t it? The doctor told me). Then the doctor told me that when you do the CT scan, you will feel that the blood vessels throughout your body are warm. This is because you have injected iodine, which is normal.
When the shooting started, I only felt my arms were slightly warm at first, and I thought, that’s it?
But the next moment, all the blood vessels in my body became hot. The heat flowed through my neck, chest, lower abdomen, and back, and spread all over my body. This is a very miraculous experience. It seems that a powerful and surging internal force rushes into my body, Qi and Guan Yuan, opening up my Ren and Du channels in an instant! I was ecstatic and secretly thinking, maybe it was a blessing in disguise that I achieved martial arts and Taoism by chance. Not only was the tumor melted, but the facial nerves were also preserved and even——
Then the doctor said to me, after finishing it, get up.
I sat up and found that my inner strength quickly receded.
I sat in the doctor's office and drank a lot of water in order to flush out the iodine from my body as quickly as possible.
After the examination, I returned to the ward and was told that I would have surgery the next day.
At dusk, my doctor came to the ward and said to us, "You two, come here."
I stood up and felt a chill all over my body for a moment. I wondered if it was because the test results said it was malignant. I followed him to the nurse's station, and he led us to the computer. As we walked, he began to sigh: Oh, why is this like this? it's wired? Alas, you are so young, shouldn't you?
I was anxious in my heart: What do you think?
He finally started to ask: Can you do strenuous exercise? Is it okay for you to do your usual activities?
I was stunned and said, can you? I can walk four kilometers at a stretch, and I can also play table tennis and badminton.
He sighed: I don’t even know what to say. Let me show you the film.
This is a normal human heart. He ordered a chest X-ray.
Clicked on my chest X-ray again. This is your heart, do you see it? A normal person’s heart is so big, your heart is so big! The heart is so much bigger than a normal person! At your age, your heart shouldn't be like this. Can you usually do strenuous exercise?
In fact, I couldn't tell how much bigger it was, but I realized the seriousness of the matter. But I can only continue to say, yes, I can walk four kilometers in half an hour... but I will sweat a lot after walking...
The doctor sighed, you have myocardial hypertrophy, it's very enlarged. Alas, I don't know if your heart can withstand general anesthesia, and I don't know if your surgery can be performed tomorrow. I can only ask you to take a color ultrasound tomorrow morning to see what the problem is.
I said ignorantly and ignorantly, ah, okay.
After a while, I remembered to say, doctor, if it is found that my heart condition is not good tomorrow, can I sign an informed letter or something like that, or is it a tumor? Because of this tumor, I can't wait any longer.
The doctor sighed. It's not you or me who have the final say. Let's see the results tomorrow.
The two of us returned to the ward and sat on the bed again silently checking our phones. Then I closed the curtain and told her, if you want to cry, just cry. Her eyes turned red and she said I didn't want to cry. I said it’s not a big deal, but an enlarged heart could just be coronary heart disease? This thing is well controlled and does not affect lifespan. A stent is needed only when the blood vessel is blocked for 70 years. At my age, it is not possible for it to be blocked for 70 years, right?
In fact, we just found out that another possibility is cardiovascular tumor. When I checked, I took a look at the cost of treatment, and I forced myself to rule out this situation.
She lay with me on the hospital bed for a while before going to bed at night, as if she was afraid that I would die soon. She asked why we always encounter so many difficult things. I told you that when we first got together, I told you that if you were a very unlucky person, you would be blamed for it, but you still don’t believe it. When I wrote XX, I caught up with XXX. When I wrote XX, I caught up with XXX. When I wrote XX, I caught up with XXX. Not once did I have the freedom to conceive and use my words without any worries. You will believe me this time.
She said I believe it now.
I want to frown and say huh? How can you say that? Feeling that there was a suspicion of arrogance, I kept a melancholy silence, and began to think about whether I should create a character for myself who is physically disabled and strong-willed in pursuing my literary dream.
I didn't sleep well for two days, which was a good thing for this night. Because I was very sleepy, I finally fell asleep and the night passed.
I got up the next day and waited for more than an hour before the doctor finally took me for a cardiac ultrasound. The doctor said that the results of color Doppler ultrasound are more accurate than chest X-rays. Let’s take a look at the color Doppler ultrasound.
I lay down on the bed, and the doctor watched the color Doppler ultrasound girl taking pictures of me. The instrument just slipped on my chest twice, and I heard the Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Mysterious Spiritual Glorious Empress uttering a fairy voice: Is his heart quite normal? It looks fine. Well, there's a little bit of tricuspid regurgitation--
I was ecstatic: I know this! Many people have it! Not a big problem!
After the color ultrasound was done for me, she told the doctor that there was no big problem with his heart and he was fine.
The doctor said, OK, and took me out of the color ultrasound room.
But why did he see my big heart yesterday? I don’t know if the doctor was a little embarrassed and didn’t speak. I said, doctor, do you think it's because I rarely exercise - my profession is code writing - so my chest muscles are underdeveloped and my chest cavity is smaller, so it appears proportionally larger than normal. some?
The doctor said that this should not be a problem.
I smiled evilly and secretly thought that you probably wouldn't have thought of what "not exercising" I meant - you must be underestimating my V5 master, Qinzhihuaqing. Then he said, I heard that people with underdeveloped chest muscles cannot fully open their chests when breathing and cannot fully expand their lungs, so they feel short of breath. Is this a problem with my small chest?
The doctor sighed and said, well, maybe.
When I returned to the ward, I gave her a V sign first, and her face suddenly brightened up. I said, there is nothing wrong with the color Doppler ultrasound, and the surgery can be performed normally tomorrow. So at noon, she started to wolf down the lunch box, and I complained that the lunch box was unpalatable. To this day, I regret that I didn’t finish the lunch box properly.
On the third day, June 10, after getting up in the morning, I started to fast from water and food and other operations, from 8 o'clock until 4:30 in the afternoon.
The nurse asked me to walk to the door of the ward, take off my shoes and get on the green operating bed? Then he pushed me through the corridor, into the elevator, and to the 11th floor. The sheets are green, the corridor walls are green, and the clothes are green. I thought to myself, this moment has finally come - I just need to be anesthetized, and after the anesthesia, it is done, the results are out, and the dust has settled...
At this time, my heart was very quiet. Pushing into the operating room, the doctors and nurses were preparing and chatting. I watched them fix my hands and feet. I turned around and said, doctor, if the situation goes bad during the operation, I hope to preserve the facial nerve. The doctor said, oh, okay.
At this time, the anesthesiologist came over and said to me, now I am going to push medicine into your vein!
Because I usually suffer from insomnia and have never experienced the feeling of falling asleep instantly, I have always wanted to try how long I can stay awake. After the doctor told me to push the medicine, he immediately asked me, how do I feel?
I said, well, seeing things is a bit ghosting.
The doctor said, ghosting?
I thought to myself, huh? Could it be that something is wrong with my situation...
Then i woke up.
There were only two nurses left in the operating room. The first thing I did was frown, blink, and bulge my mouth.
My eyebrows can move, my eyes can move, my mouth can move, and my facial nerves have been preserved.
You can't imagine the joy in my heart, which is no less than the joy I suddenly found that every one of my readers has posted a review at the end of each chapter.
The anesthetic should have worn off. But I was so happy that I started talking. I said nurse, nurse, when can I return to the ward. A nurse said, just wait until she wakes up. I said I felt quite awake and wanted to go back quickly because I was afraid she would be worried. The nurse said, what did you say? Another nurse said that he was afraid that she would be worried! The nurse stopped talking.
Later I was pushed back to the ward and made another V sign. She said, the nurse said you talk too much. I said I was happy. Not only was I happy, I even took out my phone after returning to the hospital bed and started taking photos and sending messages to tell everyone that I had no facial paralysis after the operation.
I started to drink water. I peed five times in one night and was wetted on for the first time in my adult life.
We were both very happy. The high probability that the nerves are preserved means that the tumor does not wrap around the nerves, and it is completely removed without wrapping the nerves, which also means that the probability of future recurrence is greatly reduced.
After one night, I was quite happy the next day. On the third day, the doctor in charge called me to go to the dressing room to change the dressing. I was finally able to ask about the surgery and ask him how my tumor was doing. The bed doctor said that your tumor grows close to the nerves and does not grow deep. The tumor and half of the parotid gland were removed and cleaned very well.
I said doctor, is this benign or malignant?
The doctor said that this depends on pathology. Maybe you think I'm worried and say it, but it's close to the nerve and hasn't invaded the nerve yet, so it's most likely benign. I said, what if it grows close to the nerve or is it malignant? He said, then you can buy lottery tickets.
He really made me cry to death.
The doctor's words made us both happy enough to endure our own pain in the next few days - she had to catch my urine, and she couldn't sleep all night, and couldn't sleep during the day. The analgesic pump made me hiccup constantly on the first day, and gave me stomachache on the second day. The bandage on my head had to be pressurized to suppress the cut parotid gland to prevent poor healing and salivation, which made me dizzy. I feel dizzy, it hurts whenever I lie down, and I can't sleep either.
On the third day, the drainage tube on the neck was removed and the pressure bandage was continued. When the drainage tube was removed and the wound was pressed, I didn't feel any pain, and I even felt like laughing. Therefore, I felt that the analgesic pump was making my stomach hurt so much that I might as well remove it. I went to the nurse's station and unplugged the analgesic pump.
Then I woke up at night with pain from the wound.
I ran to the nurse's station to ask for medicine, and the nurse said, "Here it is!"
I swallowed the medicine and it took effect quickly and the pain was much lessened. I really want to know what medicine that is.
In the next few days, I will take one bottle of vitamins and two bottles of amino acids every day, eat very little liquid food, wait for the pathological results, and slowly recover. We have overcome facial paralysis and myocardial hypertrophy, and feel very good. As for the incision, it is about 20 centimeters long from the front of the ear to the bottom of the neck. But I don’t really care about this, and I’m even thinking about what kind of tattoo I should get if the scar is too obvious in the future.
I just want to vomit just thinking about the word egg custard now.
On Thursday night, the surgeon came to see me and told me that the results came out and it should be benign.
I was so ecstatic that I quickly shared it with everyone - but before I could finish sharing, the doctor came with another report and said, "You should see this for yourself. If you want, you can go to the 14th floor to do an immunohistochemistry tomorrow after you leave the hospital." .
Half of the ecstasy was gone. I looked at related vocabulary on Baidu while reading the pathology report. What the report said was that it looked like a benign tumor, but it could also be malignant. Further immunohistochemistry is needed to determine whether there are cancer cells inside.
By this time, I felt that my mood had become a bit numb, and I was no longer as anxious as before. Because at least I know that I will not have facial paralysis - I told her before the operation that this is what I am most concerned about, and I don't even care about whether it is cancer.
So today is my second day back home, still waiting for the results of immunohistochemistry. Regardless of whether it was good or bad, I finally got rid of a piece of my heartache.
I want to ask you all to touch your left and right cheeks to see if there are any small lumps. If there are any, go and check them carefully. Don't waste twenty years like me. I also want to ask you to go to the hospital for a checkup if you feel you are not feeling well. Don’t hide your illness and avoid medical treatment and don’t think, “I won’t get XX disease.”
I hope I can adjust my mood as soon as possible, update Fearless True Lord once or twice a week, and prepare a new book at the same time. I also hope that in the next two or three years, I will be safe and bored, so that I can spend all my energy on writing instead of worrying. I would like to thank editor-in-chief Bei He and book friend Xingxing Youyou for their tremendous help. I also wish all of you good health and never need to be hospitalized.
Ghost blows out the lamp
