Speaking of being a nurse, I have a little story. At that time, I just went to kindergarten, and I almost got pneumonia with a cold.
At this time, I have to take intravenous drip every morning and afternoon, and the number of intravenous drip is more, so the nurse aunt will never find intravenous injection again. One stitch, two stitches, and three stitches in a row didn't work well, and I cried because of the pain. At this time, my parents next to me were in a hurry, and I didn't know what to do. The nurse's aunt was afraid, too, and quickly called the head nurse's aunt. I saw the head nurse's aunt calmly looking at my two hands and comforting me by saying not to be afraid.
At this time, I saw the aunt of the head nurse gently take a needle. I stopped crying and my parents finally breathed a sigh of relief. I sat in my seat for an injection, and my mother accompanied me. At this time, my mother asked, "Do you want to be a nurse like aunt nurse when you grow up?" I said, "Well, I want to be as great as the head nurse's aunt. A needle can relieve the pain for the patient. "
Since I want to be a nurse, I know I have to pay much more than others to get ahead of others. As the saying goes, "As long as I work hard, an iron bar becomes a needle." I believe that as long as I can persist, my ideal will be realized.
2. There is an article that describes the injection process well .. "Ah-"
"ah!" A sneeze, my nose "flies down three thousands of feet". I quickly wiped my nose with paper, because grandma found out and thought-hit again! Needle! Yes! But ... even if my movements are so subtle, I still can't escape grandma's critical eyes.
I was pushed out of the door by my grandmother, and with the sound of closing the door, I couldn't help feeling disappointed and scared. But we still have to face it. So, I couldn't help but summon up courage and follow my grandmother to the hospital.
When I arrived at the hospital, I sat in a chair in the aisle in fear and trembling. The strong smell of medicine kept fumigating my nose, which made the falling stone in my heart hang in the air again. And grandma is not around, which makes my fear more "magnificent".
"Wang Linyi." Hearing this voice, I reluctantly walked to the queue.
As soon as I got there, there was an earth-shattering scream in the corridor, and then an avalanche of crying came at us. My only courage was suddenly shattered. I covered my ears to keep my legs from shaking.
It's my turn. I want to run away, but my grandmother is pulling my clothes and I can't escape.
I sat in a chair trembling, only to see the nurse skillfully roll up my sleeve and put alcohol on my arm. I trembled and said, "Nurse … Sister Nurse … Easy … Easy." As soon as I finished, the nurse sister put the slender needle into my pulse, so there was a cry like killing a pig that filled the ward. ...
Until now, I can still remember the injection.
3. Composition about injection! I have a fever and dizziness, and I can't go to school again. Can't help it! We can only go to the hospital!
When I came to the hospital, it was already a sea of people. Children are crying everywhere. Looking at the children's timid appearance, I was proud for a while: hum! What child, unlike me, is afraid of injections. What a man!
Standing at the end of the line, enjoying the sad injection performed by the children in front, it was my turn before I knew it. The doctor asked me to hold out my hand, and the strength to make fun of others just now suddenly disappeared. Looking at the sad expression of the child who just left in front, my heart became more nervous. I feel cold in my heart. How I wish time would stop, so that I wouldn't suffer from the injection. The doctor took out a cowhide tendon and pricked my hand. I shouted nervously, "Doctor, don't!" ""never played! What are you nervous about! "The doctor disinfected the area with iodine first, and then took out the needles that had already been prepared. My hand trembled even more, and the needle went in, and my little hand stung, alas! How painful!
If I can choose in the future, I will definitely choose to be healthy forever! I don't want to suffer like this anymore!
4. An essay about' injection' was playing with friends last night, and I was accidentally cut a big hole by the wire, which caused a lot of blood and scared my mother. Soon, my father came back and took me for tetanus. "The bleeding has stopped. What injection?" I muttered to myself. I have always been afraid of injections, and I don't know what tetanus is. I'm so nervous.
Dad dragged me straight to the hospital. When passing by a vegetable market, I saw a fish seller scraping fish scales with a barbed iron brush in front of the fish stall, making the fish covered in blood. "That's not brush the doctor's needle? Isn't that fish me? Will I be covered in blood by the doctor's needle? " In this case, I can't help shivering. I didn't dare to think about it any more and left this place quickly.
When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor said that a skin test should be done before tetanus. "ouch!" Looking at the nurse's sister holding up the bright needle, I couldn't help shouting. "It doesn't hurt, man!" Sister nurse quickly comforted me. "Such a small needle got my jiajia? ! "My father also encouraged me. "Come on!" I took a deep breath, rolled up my sleeves, closed my eyes and waited for the needle to stick. "Hey, why is your arm cold?" I quickly opened my eyes. Oh, it's disinfection I had an injection before, knowing that I had to disinfect it before injection. How could I forget today? Well, it seems that I am nervous enough. Then I closed my eyes again. "ouch!" It's true this time. The needle really went into my arm. This is injury! "ok!" Sister nurse asked me to open my eyes. The pain is over before it is "enjoyed enough"? I slowly opened my eyes and saw that there was no trace of blood on my arm. Sister nurse kept smiling at me.
After about a quarter of an hour, the small bag on my arm disappeared, and the doctor said that I could continue to take tetanus shots. After the "test" of the skin test just now, I am not so scared. I looked at tetanus with my eyes open!
An injection is no big deal! It seems that everything should not be too complicated and terrible. No matter how big the difficulty is, it can be overcome as long as you have the courage to face it.
5. Write about nurses. The nurse is very cute.
May 12 is the International Nurses' Day, and nurses all over the country should have their own festivals on this day. SARS, SARS, selfishly encroached on their happiness. Unfortunately, it forgets that we have the best nurses in the world, and we will eventually lose in front of it. They are the most lovely people and the most respected people.
Old man Bing Xin: "Love is on the left, sympathy is on the right, walking on both sides of life, sowing and blooming at any time, decorating this long journey with fragrant flowers, so that pedestrians who wear branches and brush leaves will not feel pain and tears, but they will not feel sad." Yes, this is the best interpretation of nurses' vocation. They silently interpret it with their own actions.
Doctor: "Three points of treatment, seven points of care. In fact, to cure a patient, our credit only accounts for one-third, and the remaining two-thirds should be recorded on the nurse. " Yes, in the process of treating SARS, in addition to normal medication and injections, nurses are also responsible for daily temperature and pulse monitoring, observation of ventilators and monitors, regular inspection of wards and a lot of life care. At present, there is no specific medicine for treating SARS, so nursing is particularly important. Most of the orders made by doctors are carried out by nurses. They spend the longest time in the ward and face the greatest risk of infection. Wang Chunsheng, chairman of the Chinese Nursing Association, put it well: "In this war without smoke, our nurses fully embodied the Nightingale spirit with their own practical actions."
Nurse: "Don't leave every patient helpless." A reporter once asked a nursing director, "Aren't you afraid of so many SARS patients?" "These SARS patients are very ill, but there is not even a relative around them. Many are still elderly people. How can we live without taking good care of them? " Then, we understand why one nurse after another left their relatives, put their own life and death aside, and went to the front line of fighting SARS without hesitation, but paid more attention to the safety of patients.
But they all think that these are just what they should do, but what they say most is the support of their families and the understanding and trust of patients.
The female nurse floated in and out, her black hair curled like a sheep's tail, which was beautiful.
She is wearing a white coat and a white hat. She has a pair of big eyes, a straight nose, a big mouth and short black hair under her pale eyebrows.
The fat nurse with needles is obviously a skilled veteran. During the injection, I didn't look up at her eyelids, so I stabbed and pushed it casually, just like a mosquito bite, and it didn't hurt at all.
She always comes to the outpatient hall half an hour in advance, walks into the pharmacy, sits under the window, and skillfully distributes all kinds of medicines to people who take medicine.
6. Composition Injection Experience [Composition Injection Experience] I know that I need two injections, so I take off my pants a little more, and the * * * on both sides will be exposed.
I felt the nurse coming up to her and saying, let's have an injection on each side. The nurse asked: Call me over there first: Whatever, it's all the same, the choice is yours, and when I talk, I feel a cool feeling coming from the right.
I know it was disinfection, and then I pricked PP with a needle, but I still like the feeling of disinfection, which is very cool and comfortable. A quiver, * * * got a needle on the right side.
Lie down and be disturbed. I'll give you some more medicine, and beat it slowly. The nurse said, while making PP with cotton swabs, she began to push the medicine.
It didn't hurt too much at first, and it felt good with * * *. But as the medicine in the syringe enters my body bit by bit, the swelling pain on the right side is getting bigger and bigger.
Why is it getting more and more painful? How much is left? I thought to myself. Does it hurt? Hang in there, I'm almost ready. It's sweet to hear comfort, but the pain on * * * hasn't eased at all, and I can't bear to part with it.
* * * When you no longer feel pain, but only pain, it's time to pull out the needle. I took a long breath and it was all over.
Nurse: Click it, and I'm going to inject it next time. After pressing the cotton swab, I looked back. The nurse threw the cotton swab and syringe in her hand into a small bucket and went to the previous place to take the cotton swab and syringe with cephalosporin out of the porcelain plate.
Pull out the needle cover and let out the air. Come to me. I know the needle is ceftriaxone sodium, which hurts more than the needle just now.
Me: Wait a minute, press it for a while. By the way, when shall I come tomorrow? (I'm afraid the nurse will give her a second injection right away, so I'll talk to her for a while until * * * doesn't hurt too much. ) Nurse: These drugs are injected intramuscularly twice a day. You can come tomorrow morning. We are now in the clinic from 7 am to 7 pm. You will be given a new prescription according to your condition tomorrow night, so you have to come twice tomorrow.
Me: You have to write a new prescription. Nurse: You are very ill. You need an injection for at least three days. The medicine you take is very painful and the dose is large. Tell the doctor about changing the infusion.
Me: Let's talk about it tomorrow night. Nurse: All right, put the cotton swab away. That's it. It's time to hit the left. I'm prepared as ordered. Take the cotton swab away and show the left side.
There is a sharp pain in the left PP * * *, and it is still a sharp pain. The pain is not aggravated, but it is persistent. Me: Why not disinfect it? Nurse: Cephalosporin reacts with alcohol and is anti-inflammatory, so it won't be disinfected.
It's still a little uncomfortable without disinfection. The pain of cephalosporin makes me uncomfortable. The needle was very painful just now, and now it is radial.
The pain spreading from the eye of the needle to the periphery is constantly balanced. When pulling out the needle, the left * * * dare not move.
This time, the nurse helped me press the cotton swab. Maybe she knew I was in pain and was afraid I wouldn't press it. After pressing it for a while, the nurse stopped bleeding and packed up the things in the infusion room.
When I was leaving, the nurse reminded me that you must come for the injection on time tomorrow. There is no injection room in our clinic. You'd better come early tomorrow, there are few patients before 8 o'clock. My answer is yes, please.
Left the clinic. The next morning, I asked the company for a good holiday, thinking that I didn't have to go to work and sleep anyway.
It was already 9 o'clock when I got up again, and I felt a little uncomfortable. I took the temperature of 38 * *. 2。
I have to go to the clinic. Wash your face, get dressed and go straight to the small clinic.
The clinic is not far from my home. Arrived after 9: 30. A few days ago, there were many patients in the outpatient clinic, and several people in the infusion room hung infusion bottles.
Five more patients came to see the doctor in the clinic. Seeing that the nurse and the doctor are very busy, and neither of them was yesterday, we have to wait a little longer.
10 The doctors and nurses were free before they noticed me. Doctor: What can I do for you? I'm here for an injection. I saw a doctor last night.
After asking my name, the nurse found my medical record and diagnosis record and asked me about my basic situation (yesterday's symptoms, etc.). ). After checking, she said, Aren't you early? All right, come with me. Let's go to the pharmacy again. The same scene is staged again. Two 10 ml syringes are ready. Me: Do you want an injection in the infusion room Nurse: When there are few patients, you can. But now all the beds in the infusion room are occupied, so we can only give injections here.
Me: Here it is. How to fight? Nurse: Hold the dispensing console or stick it on the wall. I took off my left pants and held the console with both hands, ready for injection.
Me: Why don't you give me an injection to reduce my fever first? I prescribed the left cephalosporin for you yesterday, and I changed it today. Nurse: OK, let's start with Bupleurum Injection. The nurse held a syringe in her right hand and took out a sterile cotton swab with iodine on it in her left hand. Before disinfection, she pressed her pants with her little finger. Turn around and have a look. Wow! I wiped a big piece. Isn't an injection just an eye? Before I could adjust, a sharp pain brought me back to reality. My hips stretch and relax reflexively. Fortunately, it's not very painful, but I feel a little swollen. Suddenly, the pain intensified and I was about to shout. The nurse pulled out the needle and pressed the cotton swab on the eye of the needle.
After lifting the trousers on the left, I changed the trousers on the right. The first time I stood and played cephalosporin, my heart began to play drums. Before I had a rest, the nurse came again with a syringe. I lowered my pants on the right side a little. The nurse disinfected the needle eye yesterday. * * * The needle pricked a quiver, which hurt much more than before. Probably because I felt muscle tension, the nurse increased the strength of her hand and repeatedly warned me to relax, otherwise the liquid medicine would not spread and would aggravate the pain.
I know how to relax, but it really hurts. How to relax? After a long time, the injection site is sour, swollen and painful. Looking back, how can there be so many? It seems that after a century, I suddenly feel that the strength on PP has increased and it hurts faintly. Then the nurse quickly pulled out the needle and the cotton swab pressed on the eye of the needle. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief and finally finished playing. The center of gravity slowly moved to the right leg, but did not dare to use force. Now the whole right PP is in a state of numbness.
Avoid needle holes and lift your pants carefully. After the nurse packed the injection equipment, she turned to me and said that this needle hurts. Please stay for a while, and then go. Don't forget to see a doctor at night.
After a while, I grabbed * * * and limped away. I really don't know if I have the courage to come to this clinic again. Senior three: lovely Fi.
7. Ingredients: injection
When I was a child, I was very afraid of injections. I remember once, the teacher said to us, "It's autumn now, and it's easy to get sick in autumn and winter. Therefore, we will have a vaccination tomorrow, so please get ready for an injection.
At the mention of injections, some students are already trembling with fear; Several cowards in the class talked about it: "I heard them say that injections hurt." "I just know that the pain is unbearable." "I shouldn't come to school today ..." A classmate said, "What's the pain of an injection? This is a big problem! " I'm a little scared, too ... I think: injection is my "weakness". Can I survive it?
When I was a child, I had an injection-I was forced into the injection room by an adult, and the shadow of a big white jacket appeared in my field of vision. A syringe was held high by the nurse, and a drop of medicine was squeezed out from a long pointed needle. Then I want you to take off your pants. Don't! Pull your pants backwards, revealing half of them. Then, aim at your meat with a long aim and rush in. The eggs on the * * * are chilly first, and then the terrible pain on the eggs on the * * * becomes more and more uncomfortable ... Sometimes as long as you enter the injection room, bad luck is not a stitch in a thread. Once I had an intravenous drip, I sewed 4 stitches for nothing ... This is a terrible incident that often happened when I was a child.
The next day, when it was time for the injection, we came to the front of the infirmary. After a while, two doctors came, one by one, took out the needles and prepared the medicine. In less than 10 minutes, the medicine and needles are ready. The doctor said, "Let's start!" Start the injection from front to back. Everyone stared at the "unlucky" classmate, and some timid students didn't feel it. I saw the doctor holding his arm with one hand, inserting a long needle into his arm with the other hand, slowly injecting medicine into his arm, and finally pulling out the needle. After the first person finishes, I won't watch it. The students asked him together, "Does it hurt?" The students who injected were worried that we were afraid, and endured the pain and said, "It doesn't hurt." We are relieved. I thought: don't ask, look at his awkward appearance, with one sleeve hanging down and his right hand dragging his left arm, thinking of the wounded soldier who lost the battle. Some girls are about to cry. Behind it is Zhang Binjie. I saw him timidly step forward, slowly stretch out his trembling hand, twist his head back hard, close his eyes, as if he were enduring great pain, and kept chanting, "Doctor, be gentle!" " The doctor's right hand can't control that much, it's aimed at the needle. "Ah, finally finished! I remember a word called "flying needle", which is probably like a dart. Some doctors can fly needles. I believed this legend when I was a child. Later, I learned that there is no such thing as a flying needle, which parents use to cheat their children. Who throws darts at doctors with their own arms? The so-called "flying needle" may be "fast needle". If you play faster, it won't hurt so much. Just like that, I don't know how painful it is ... time is really slow, so I keep doing "ideological work" for myself, and I tell myself: "I'm not afraid of injections! I'm not afraid! "This method really works. I'm not afraid anymore. I hope it's my turn soon. With a scream, the first girl finally came out, crying like a crybaby, and her mouth kept hurting. My heart is pounding, and long, thick and shiny needles appear in front of me. ...
My heart is pounding. After a while, I looked forward and seven more came. The nurse's aunt said, "The students at the back all rolled up their sleeves and waited for an injection." I was a little scared, but now I'm even more scared and nervous when I roll up my sleeves. In fact, I am not a person who is afraid of pain, but I can't stand the pain like acupuncture! I remember going to the hospital before, and the hospital knew about the injection. Last time I caught a cold, the uncle held me down hard and stuck a needle in my * * *, which was very painful. As a result, I cried and screamed, but my little * * * was stuck by a cold big needle after being crazy for n times. Looking at the crying in front of me, I was even more scared. Yes, I am most afraid of injections!
8. Composition Injection Experience [Composition Injection Experience] I know that I need two injections, so I take off my pants a little more, and the * * * on both sides will be exposed. I felt the nurse coming up to her and saying, let's have an injection on each side. The nurse asked: Call me over there first: Whatever, it's all the same, the choice is yours, and when I talk, I feel a cool feeling coming from the right. I know it was disinfection, and then I pricked PP with a needle, but I still like the feeling of disinfection, which is very cool and comfortable. A quiver, * * * got a needle on the right side. Lie down and be disturbed. I'll give you some more medicine, and beat it slowly. The nurse said, while making PP with cotton swabs, she began to push the medicine. It didn't hurt too much at first, and it felt good with * * *. But as the medicine in the syringe enters my body bit by bit, the swelling pain on the right side is getting bigger and bigger. Why is it getting more and more painful? How much is left? I thought to myself. Does it hurt? Hang in there, I'm almost ready. It's sweet to hear comfort, but the pain on * * * hasn't eased at all, and I can't bear to part with it. * * * When you no longer feel pain, but only pain, it's time to pull out the needle. I took a long breath and it was all over. Nurse: Click it, and I'm going to inject it next time. After pressing the cotton swab, I looked back. The nurse threw the cotton swab and syringe in her hand into a small bucket and went to the previous place to take the cotton swab and syringe with cephalosporin out of the porcelain plate. Pull out the needle cover and let out the air. Come to me. I know the needle is ceftriaxone sodium, which hurts more than the needle just now. Me: Wait a minute, press it for a while. By the way, when shall I come tomorrow? (I'm afraid the nurse will give her a second injection right away, so I'll talk to her for a while until * * * doesn't hurt too much. ) Nurse: These drugs are injected intramuscularly twice a day. You can come tomorrow morning. We are now in the clinic from 7 am to 7 pm. You will be given a new prescription according to your condition tomorrow night, so you have to come twice tomorrow. Me: You have to write a new prescription. Nurse: You are very ill. You need an injection for at least three days. The medicine you take is very painful and the dose is large. Tell the doctor about changing the infusion. Me: Let's talk about it tomorrow night. Nurse: All right, put the cotton swab away. That's it. It's time to hit the left. I'm prepared as ordered. Take the cotton swab away and show the left side. There is a sharp pain in the left PP * * *, and it is still a sharp pain. The pain is not aggravated, but it is persistent. Me: Why not disinfect it? Nurse: Cephalosporin reacts with alcohol and is anti-inflammatory, so it won't be disinfected. It's still a little uncomfortable without disinfection. The pain of cephalosporin makes me uncomfortable. The needle was very painful just now, and now it is radial. The pain spreading from the eye of the needle to the periphery is constantly balanced. When pulling out the needle, the left * * * dare not move. This time, the nurse helped me press the cotton swab. Maybe she knew I was in pain and was afraid I wouldn't press it. After pressing it for a while, the nurse stopped bleeding and packed up the things in the infusion room. When I was leaving, the nurse reminded me that you must come for the injection on time tomorrow. There is no injection room in our clinic. You'd better come early tomorrow, there are few patients before 8 o'clock. My answer is yes, please. Left the clinic.
The next morning, I asked the company for a good holiday, thinking that I didn't have to go to work and sleep anyway. It was already 9 o'clock when I got up again, and I felt a little uncomfortable. I took the temperature of 38 * *. 2。 I have to go to the clinic. Wash your face, get dressed and go straight to the small clinic. The clinic is not far from my home. Arrived after 9: 30. A few days ago, there were many patients in the outpatient clinic, and several people in the infusion room hung infusion bottles. Five more patients came to see the doctor in the clinic. Seeing that the nurse and the doctor are very busy, and neither of them was yesterday, we have to wait a little longer. 10 The doctors and nurses were free before they noticed me. Doctor: What can I do for you? I'm here for an injection. I saw a doctor last night. After asking my name, the nurse found my medical record and diagnosis record and asked me about my basic situation (yesterday's symptoms, etc.). ). After checking, she said, Aren't you early? All right, come with me. Let's go to the pharmacy again. The same scene is staged again. Two 10 ml syringes are ready. Me: Do you want an injection in the infusion room Nurse: When there are few patients, you can. But now all the beds in the infusion room are occupied, so we can only give injections here. Me: Here it is. How to fight? Nurse: Hold the dispensing console or stick it on the wall. I took off my left pants and held the console with both hands, ready for injection. Me: Why don't you give me an injection to reduce my fever first? I prescribed the left cephalosporin for you yesterday, and I changed it today. Nurse: OK, let's start with Bupleurum Injection. The nurse held a syringe in her right hand and took out a sterile cotton swab with iodine on it in her left hand. Before disinfection, she pressed her pants with her little finger. Turn around and have a look. Wow! I wiped a big piece. Isn't an injection just an eye? Before I could adjust, a sharp pain brought me back to reality. My hips stretch and relax reflexively. Fortunately, it's not very painful, but I feel a little swollen. Suddenly, the pain intensified and I was about to shout. The nurse pulled out the needle and pressed the cotton swab on the eye of the needle. After lifting the trousers on the left, I changed the trousers on the right. The first time I stood and played cephalosporin, my heart began to play drums. Before I had a rest, the nurse came again with a syringe. I lowered my pants on the right side a little. The nurse disinfected the needle eye yesterday. * * * The needle pricked a quiver, which hurt much more than before. Probably because I felt muscle tension, the nurse increased the strength of her hand and repeatedly warned me to relax, otherwise the liquid medicine would not spread and would aggravate the pain. I know how to relax, but it really hurts. How to relax? After a long time, the injection site is sour, swollen and painful. Looking back, how can there be so many? It seems that after a century, I suddenly feel that the strength on PP has increased and it hurts faintly. Then the nurse quickly pulled out the needle and the cotton swab pressed on the eye of the needle. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief and finally finished playing. The center of gravity slowly moved to the right leg, but did not dare to use force. Now the whole right PP is in a state of numbness. Avoid needle holes and lift your pants carefully. After the nurse packed the injection equipment, she turned to me and said that this needle hurts. Please stay for a while, and then go. Don't forget to see a doctor at night. After a while, I grabbed * * * and limped away. I really don't know if I have the courage to come to this clinic again. Senior three: lovely fee
9. Describe the injection scene. Sitting in the chair, I saw the nurse smiling, pushing the car far away and walking slowly towards me.
The nurse came to my side, took out the medicine, stood on tiptoe, registered the medicine bottle, squeezed the medicine in the jar with her hand, and let the medicine quickly enter the needle. I know, the needle is about to start, and my heart is pounding. ...
After that, the nurse carefully tied my wrist with a rubber band. She gently put my hand in her palm, which immediately comforted me. The nurse kept patting the back of my hand and carefully looking for blood vessels. After filming for a long time, I finally sighed: "Oh, this child's skin is very white, but blood vessels are really hard to find!" "
After hearing what the nurse said, my heart kept beating drums: Oh, my God! Blood vessels are hard to find! Don't give me two or three injections, besides, I can't find blood vessels!
The nurse held my hand with one hand, and the other hand kept stroking and searching on the back of my hand, rubbing here and pressing there. After a while, the nurse seems to have found a blood vessel. She calmly took out a cotton swab, dipped it in iodine, disinfected the back of my hand, took out the needle, pulled off the needle cover, and the needle slowly approached the back of my hand. I was a little nervous, a little scared, and a little cold ran into my back. ...
Unexpectedly, before I could respond to the pain, she had successfully inserted the needle into the blood vessel. ...
10. Describe the injection scene. Sitting in the chair, I saw the nurse smiling, pushing the car far away and walking slowly towards me.
The nurse came to my side, took out the medicine, stood on tiptoe, registered the medicine bottle, squeezed the medicine in the jar with her hand, and let the medicine quickly enter the needle. I know, the needle is about to start, and my heart is pounding. ...
After that, the nurse carefully tied my wrist with a rubber band. She gently put my hand in her palm, which immediately comforted me. The nurse kept patting the back of my hand and carefully looking for blood vessels. After filming for a long time, I finally sighed: "Oh, this child's skin is very white, but blood vessels are really hard to find!" "
After hearing what the nurse said, my heart kept beating drums: Oh, my God! Blood vessels are hard to find! Don't give me two or three injections, besides, I can't find blood vessels!
The nurse held my hand with one hand, and the other hand kept stroking and searching on the back of my hand, rubbing here and pressing there. After a while, the nurse seems to have found a blood vessel. She calmly took out a cotton swab, dipped it in iodine, disinfected the back of my hand, took out the needle, pulled off the needle cover, and the needle slowly approached the back of my hand. I was a little nervous, a little scared, and a little cold ran into my back. ...
Unexpectedly, before I could respond to the pain, she had successfully inserted the needle into the blood vessel. ...