This afternoon, my mother took me to get vaccinated.
When I got there, I entered the door, ah! There are so many people. After numbering, my mother went to the injection room, filled in the book and paid the fee. When my aunt gave me an injection, it really hurt! Tears welled up in my eyes. With my mother's encouragement, I finally held back my tears, got dressed and came out. I went to play happily again.
Today, when I went for an injection, my aunt and nurse touched me with disinfectant. The injection started. I was so nervous that it didn't hurt at all, just like being bitten by a mosquito. The nurse's aunt stroked me, and I felt no pain when the needle went into my skin.
Injection day after day doesn't hurt at all. Now I'm glad I'm well. I won't get sick again, because I feel worse after drinking bitter medicine!
I went to the Maternal and Child Health Hospital for vaccination this morning. I haven't had an injection for a long time.
Seeing my one-year-old and two-year-old brothers and sisters are very afraid of injections, and they began to cry before they got to the injection place. When it was my turn, I was not afraid at all. The needle hurts as soon as it is pricked, but it doesn't hurt after a while. Am I strong?
In the morning, the teacher led the students in our class to take precautions.
I have been afraid of injections since I was a child. Every time I go to see a doctor, I always cry. I didn't cry when I saw the children in my class today, because I didn't want my classmates to call me a coward.
When it was my turn, I was so scared that I closed my eyes quickly. When the needle went into my arm, I gritted my teeth and persisted. Now that I think about it, I was really brave.
When I got home, I told my father about the injection today. My father said I was a man.
I was sick two days ago, and my mother took me for an injection.
But then I was so scared that my mother couldn't speak. My mother will be angry. I was really scared to see such a long needle stabbing my ass. Aunt told me that it didn't hurt at all, and it would be all right soon. I got up the courage to go to the injection place and ask my aunt to give me an injection. My mother will cover my eyes from me. When it's really fast, I don't feel anything when the needle is pulled out. If I take another injection,
Recently, I got tonsillitis. The doctor in the street clinic said that the injection was not only effective, but also cured quickly. Dad ignored my cry and pushed me into the injection room. Looking at the sharp needle, I felt a tingle in my scalp, and my teeth kept fighting up and down. I cried loudly.
But the doctor didn't seem to hear me at all, and quietly wiped my ass with wet cotton wool. I immediately twisted my body and tried to break free, but my father held me tightly. When the needle was about to touch the skin, I cried and shouted, "I don't want an injection." I would rather die than have an injection. "
But no matter how "crazy" I am, the doctor still keeps the needle in close contact with my ass. I dare not shout pain, and I will not struggle again. I'm afraid that if I move it at this time, the needle will break in my ass. It's finally over. I have no strength at all.
The cold winter has come, and many people are ill. Today, I am sick, too. My mother took me to the hospital.
The doctor said, "I need an injection." I was scared, so I cheered myself up as I walked and said to myself: an injection doesn't hurt, an injection doesn't hurt. ...
As soon as I arrived at the door of the injection room, I heard the child crying, sometimes high and sometimes low. I was so scared. Their cries hurt my heart like needles in my arms, and my steps suddenly slowed down. Finally, I got up the courage to step into the injection room. I saw that the nurses were busy dispensing medicines and injections, and everyone was waiting in line. My heart is much calmer. After a while, it was my turn. I rolled up my sleeves and boldly put my arm in front of the nurse. The sharp needle went into my arm and it hurt, but I gritted my teeth and didn't cry. The nurse praised me for being brave!
After the injection, my mother praised me for growing up!
Today, my mother took me to the hospital in Taoyuanju Community, Shenzhen to check the pimple bitten by mosquitoes on my leg.
When we arrived at the hospital, we found a doctor who gave me an injection in the middle finger of my left hand. (Press: Hehe, sorry, I was scared to cry. )
A few minutes after hitting the middle finger of my left hand, I saw my mother holding a bottle of white things. I didn't know what it was, but I didn't ask.
After a while, I had to have another injection. This time, the injection was on my left arm, but. This needle surprised me: it didn't hurt.
After a while, I was surprised and said, "Do you still need an injection?"
Mom said, "Yes."
As soon as we finished, it really hit the blood vessel. ...
Some of our classmates had injections today.
We were very nervous when we got there. The doctor took off my clothes and brought me a needle. I closed my eyes tightly. When the doctor picked up the needle, he immediately injected it. When I hit it, I felt as if I had been bitten by a mosquito. It doesn't hurt at all. After the fight, I found a place to sit. We sat until the beginning of the second class. Now we are much braver than before. We don't cry or scream, because we grow up, so we don't cry.
Finally, I want to say "thank you" to the doctor who gave us an injection.
At noon on Sunday, grandma said she would take jiaozi to eat. She made the dough, mixed the stuffing and went out.
Looking at the chopping board and the surface of jiaozi, I thought it would be better to help grandma pack jiaozi. I asked my brother to pack together, and soon I packed more than half of it. At this time, grandma came back, and she, well, I was filled with joy and waited for his praise. But my grandmother frowned. My brother and I were puzzled, so we asked my grandmother if it was bad to pack jiaozi.
Hey, it's not that you wrapped it badly. Grandma said helplessly, when I first mixed the stuffing, I found that the salt was gone. I went to buy cigarettes, but you started wrapping them. My brother and I were dumbfounded. What can we do? Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and I said, Why don't we put the salt water from Yanqiao into the jiaozi with disposable food injections? Grandma smiled as soon as she heard it, and even praised me for being smart.
After a while, steaming jiaozi came out of the pot and my family took a bite. It tastes great!
The essay on injection 1 1 was very sensitive to pain when I was very young, and I was particularly afraid of injection. Whether it is a small infusion needle or a big and thick blood drawing needle, I will have a deep sense of resistance in my heart.
I remember my mother took me to the hospital when I was sick. The doctor said that if you want to get better quickly, you have to have an injection for three days. Hearing what the doctor said, my face changed instantly. I hid behind my mother and cried and didn't want an injection. My mother told me to calm down. When the nurse aunt came to me wearing a mask and carrying a white plate with the smell of disinfectant, my fear could no longer be suppressed. I cried again, and the whole hospital corridor was uneasy. Finally, my mother had no choice but to go to the doctor and ask her to prescribe medicine for me to go home.
Until now, when I was sick, I didn't take injections, but only took medicine. My mother said I was an immature child.
I was particularly afraid of injections when I was a child.
I have a rhinitis, and I need to send water. When the nurse aunt tried to disinfect my hand with cotton wool, my hand was always hidden behind my back, and my mother dragged my hand forward. She said, "I'm not afraid. I'll be fine soon." Aunt nurse said, "Be brave, little one." When the cotton wool was rubbed on my hand, it was cold and a little nervous. My mother told me to turn my head and cover my eyes with my hand so that I wouldn't see the needle. I felt a mosquito bite on the back of my hand. Soon, the nurse aunt said, "Well, good man, he didn't cry." I smiled, and so did my mother.
After that, I was no longer afraid of injections.
The essay 13 describing injection is the ladder of success. In life, you must have a strong will to succeed!
Last Sunday, I caught a cold and got rhinitis. I blow my nose every day. My mother saw it and said, "Kangkang, don't blow your nose every day. I'll take you to treatment in a few days. " I listened and asked curiously, "How to cure it?" Mom paused and said, "You should get an injection!" " I was shocked when I heard this. However, I still "fought" in every way, but mom, mom took me to the hospital for treatment. I looked at the long needle and got a fright. I thought it would hurt. But I overcame my psychological fear and reached out. When the needle stuck into the blood vessel in my hand, I felt very painful, but this aunt didn't feel any pain at all, only her hand felt a little cold. After a few days of injections, my cold finally got over.
Through the injection, I understand that as long as I am strong, I will succeed!
Once, my voice was uncomfortable and my father went to the hospital behind my back.
After waiting in line for a long time, it was finally my turn. The doctor took my temperature for a while, let me open my mouth for a while, and then said with a serious face, "The child's throat is very inflamed and needs an injection." . Just as soon as I heard the word "injection", I burst into tears and kept repeating "I didn't have an injection ..." My parents patiently comforted me and said, "Don't be afraid, just give me an injection in the throat."
I held my mother's hand tightly, staring at the doctor's every move and sticking my body firmly to my mother. I was too scared to open my eyes when I saw the sharp and long needle dripping with medicine. After a sharp pain, I felt a cold potion slowly flowing into the back of my hand. Sister nurse smiled and said to me, "Little friend, you are so brave!" " "At this time, my mood gradually calmed down and I fell asleep unconsciously.
Composition article 15 describes the injection "help!" Help! "I am going to have an injection today.
Today, I am as heavy as carrying a mountain, and everyone is about to fall down. Finally, at noon, my mother took me into the hospital like a stone.
I heard crying as soon as I entered the hospital. Hospitals are like places where children are killed.
As soon as I entered the consulting room, I shouted, "Oh, my God." Here, scissors, needles, poison and blood vessels are all available.
I started the injection. I'm very scared. After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, I bravely extended my little hand. The doctor found the blood vessel first, and then put some alcohol on it. She sucked the potion and stuck it in the blood vessel. At that time, every muscle in my arm was so nervous that it seemed that a needle could not go in. Finally, she pressed the end of the needle. I didn't feel any pain in the process, just like being bitten by a mosquito.
It turns out that injections are not afraid at all.
I was sick today, and my mother took me to the hospital to see a doctor. I'm reluctant, but I can't help it. My mother and I came to the clinic. The doctor asked me to sit in the chair, then took out the stethoscope and listened to it left and right, and then said, give me an injection. Hearing the word "injection", my legs are weak.
I was dragged to the injection place by my mother. A lot of people had injections. We waited for a long time, and every minute was so uncomfortable. Finally, it's our turn. I was so nervous that I kept jumping like a rabbit. My mother seemed to read my mind, relieved me and blindfolded me. The doctor started the injection and it didn't hurt at all. After the doctor finished the injection, he put a small piece of cotton on the wound and let me go. Only then did I know that the injection didn't hurt at all.
I caught a cold yesterday, and my father took me to the community clinic.
The doctor took my temperature, measured it, it was 38.3 degrees, and I had a fever. The doctor said, "Give me an injection." . I said, okay. Ok, but I'm still a little worried, because this is my first injection and I don't know if it hurts. The doctor prepared medicine for me to give an injection, and I was scared. The doctor said "nothing, no pain" and gave me an injection. I am brave. I don't feel any pain. I didn't hum. The doctor said I was a good boy.
After the injection, dad took me home.
I feel a little dizzy after eating today. My mother said I might have a fever. My mother measured me with a thermometer, 37.5 degrees. My dad took another test, and it was still 37.5 degrees. Father said, "I have a fever." Let's take an injection. "
Dad drove his car, took my mother, my brother and me, and we went to the community service station. When I arrived, the doctor asked me to take my temperature, just like at home. The doctor said, "Take an injection, it will have a good effect." As soon as I heard this, I was very scared. I am most afraid of injections. I cried when I called the epidemic prevention station. I said to my mother, "I don't want an injection, just take the medicine." My mother doesn't agree. After a while, the nurse came to me with a needle. I was so scared that I wanted to run away. My father hugged me and forced an injection on my ass. It hurts too much. I don't want any more injections.
19, a composition describing injections, my mother and I rushed to the vaccination station. At this time, I have mixed feelings, thinking that I am old and should not be afraid, but that terrible needle is threatening me again. Alas! I have to bite the bullet and come.
Looking at those three "long queues", I really regret dawdling at home!
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This is my injection experience, how about it?
I have been coughing for several days. My grandfather said "I drink too little water" and my father said "I eat too much fire" ... My father bought me medicine and became more and more serious.
Today, my father took me to the hospital for intravenous drip. I prescribed medicine. I saw the nurse aunt coming with a needle. I want to give me a needle. My heart is very harmful. Dad said the baby was not afraid and didn't hurt. When the nurse's aunt stuck the needle, I realized my eyes and didn't even dare to look. Aunt nurse said, "Open your eyes." That's right. It really doesn't hurt. Hey! The intravenous drip is too uncomfortable. After sitting there for two hours, I was bored to death. It seems that I have to listen to my grandpa and dad ... or I will have an intravenous drip.
Today, we finished school early in the morning. The teacher asked the boys to line up for injections first, and then the girls went.
When we get to the injection place, the boys play first. I feel that boys are not afraid to blame the first boy for coming out. I asked if it hurts! It doesn't hurt at all, just like ants.
After the boys finished playing, it was our turn to be girls. The people in front of me are one after another. I don't feel any pain. The horse came to me. I am in a hurry. When I got to the injection room, I gave my arm to the doctor. The doctor says it's not important. The doctor wiped my arm with cotton. The doctor hit me when I turned my head. I didn't know the doctor pulled it out. I didn't know it then. We won't know until the doctor says yes.
The teacher said that the injection went well today, and no one cried!
Today is Tuesday. When I went to physical education class in the second quarter in the afternoon, I ran a lap first. The teacher said, "Go back to the shade!" " At this time, the head teacher, Mr. Lu, came and told us to queue up for injections in the Art Building. At the door, a doctor asked the students if they were sick. No students are sitting there waiting. It will be my turn soon. I was too scared to go over and get an injection. Let other students make the first move.
I was still scared after they played for a while. Teacher Lu encouraged me to take injections many times, but I didn't dare to go. I said to the teacher, "call me dad!" " "Later, my father came and said to me," Don't be afraid to wash your face. If boys want to be brave, I will boldly go over and let the doctor give me an injection. After an injection, I felt a little pain. Then I went to the music room to rest for five minutes, and I was fine.
I can finally get an injection. I want to be a brave boy in the future.