I just learned that a friend is in hospital, and I feel very sad. I hope he will recover soon. I believe that optimism will help him overcome the "obstacles" stubbornly and cheer for him silently.
The mood of being hospitalized is very complicated, especially when the lights are turned off after nightfall, and the surrounding is dark, and the fear continues to climb. Doctors have saved many lives and cured countless diseases, but I still can't like going to the hospital because of various factors.
My mind went back to the scene many years ago. Looking at my pale mother lying in the hospital bed, I didn't shed a tear. I kept smiling and holding her hand. Instead, I went back to school, stood in the corner of the teaching building and cried all night.
The night before I volunteered to report the e-newsletter, I shed tears again, too reluctant and too worried. Finally, I changed my mind decisively and filled in all the colleges and universities in the province. The most precious thing in the world is family, companionship is the longest confession, and companionship with patients is a more important mission.
When this scene really happened to me, I was so scared Nervous all night, staring at the dark night sown by the first CD at dawn. Nurses keep coming to prepare, and it seems that time is getting closer and closer. It was not until the warm sunshine filled the whole room that the breath of hope slowly calmed the uneasy mood. Brave mother, I know she will try to cheer up. I will try to calm myself down and keep a smile that makes her feel comfortable.
Sitting outside the gate on the fifth floor, the same anxious family members, we smiled at each other and hoped that what we were waiting for would be safe. In the end, everyone successfully passed the waiting time of this tormented day and night, and greeted the exhausted surgeon with one sentence: "Everything went well and was very successful!" .
During the holiday of more than two weeks, I lived a full life, and my work and rest were even more regular than at school. It is really a "difficult" thing to get up on time before seven o'clock every day when I was used to going to bed late and getting up late, but it is good to get used to it. It's much more important to give mom an injection and a blood test than to sleep.
For me, a blood test can be described as terror. When I was a child, I was most afraid of pricking my fingers. I cried at the end of every time, and even if I didn't cry, I was in tears. The first time I tested my mother's blood, she said, "Your hands are shaking badly. Relax, Mommy will give you courage. " I was afraid of hurting her, so I adjusted the acupuncture depth to the shallowest, and because of this, although I punctured the skin, the blood volume was pitiful. The only way is to stab again at a deeper level. I can't control my trembling hands, tears fall, and it's no use hating myself. The first attempt ended in failure.
The next day, I got up the courage to overcome my fear. Finally, I saw that the instrument was working normally. When I was happy, I only felt dizzy, and my palms were all cold sweat, which in turn worried the subjects and comforted them for a long time. Over time, fortunately, I learned two skills of clinical laboratory, injection and blood test, although both were embarrassed at first. Still shaking, as long as she is good, no matter how afraid she is, she must overcome it.
And a moment that should last forever has become a concern buried in the bottom of my heart. When you have health, take good care of yourself and be responsible for your health. Learn to be grateful and always say, "May good people live a safe life!" "