This afternoon, I took a white plastic bag to the People's Hospital, which contained medicine.
It's not far to the people's hospital. After crossing a crossroads and a fork in the road, you arrive at the gate of the People's Hospital. There is a row of windows in the hospital lobby, which is the place to register and get medicine. There is a consultation desk in the center of the hall, and a nurse sits in front of it for patients to consult and see a doctor.
I walked to the corridor on the right, went to a room that said "injection room", handed the medicine to the nurse aunt, and the nurse aunt motioned me to sit on the stool. I saw my aunt pumping the medicine into the syringe and shook it skillfully. Then she asked me to take off my pants. My aunt dipped a cotton swab in disinfectant first and drew a part on my ass. Then I felt a pain. My aunt stuck a needle in my ass. I endured the pain, gritted my teeth and got an injection soon. I put on my pants, thanked the aunt nurse and took the rest of the medicine home.
On the way home, I thought: I used to be afraid of injections, but now I have grown up. What kind of person am I if I can't endure the pain of injection as before? ?
Weekly diary describing injections 400 words 2 This morning, our school organized a measles vaccination campaign.
The bell rang for the third class, and the students were all sitting in the classroom waiting for math class. At this time, they saw the teacher of Sports Week come in. Teacher Zhou said loudly, "Listen, class, this class will not be held. Let's get a vaccine. " Hearing this, the classroom suddenly exploded with flowers, and the students all whispered below: "No, we'll get the vaccine now." "Does it hurt? Will I scream? " "Ah, finished, the end of the world is coming ..."
However, regardless of everyone's comments, Teacher Zhou directly asked us to queue up and go downstairs to prepare for vaccination. Soon, we walked to the door of the inoculation room, smelled strong alcohol and saw the nurse preparing needles. At this time, the discussion among the students became more intense, and my heart seemed to jump out. "Wow, I'm going to die!" A male student in my class even exaggerates. Female students also privately muttered: "Will it hurt?" Will it leave a scar? Will it damage the skin? "
No matter what the students think, it will soon be our class's turn to vaccinate. At this time, if you look at it again, everyone's faces are white, and some people directly cover their faces. Time flies like a spaceship, and the first student in our class has started to get vaccinated. He was vaccinated immediately, and everyone asked him, "Does it hurt?" How do you feel? "He immediately said," this is extremely painful. It's killing me. " Hearing this, everyone became nervous.
Next, the students who were vaccinated also said that they felt very painful, and everyone was scared into a cold sweat. It was my turn to get vaccinated, and I immediately took a chance and prepared to exert my strength to relieve pain. Unexpectedly, just as I was preparing to exert my strength, the nurse handed me a cotton swab and said, "It's over." There is no feeling of injection at all. Originally, it was just a false alarm.
After the injection, we all sat in the observation room At this moment, you can see the classmates in our class smiling at each other. Who has the best acting skills and the feeling of injection? ...
Zhou Ji, which describes the injection, is 400 words three. Today, we were vaccinated with measles vaccine, and our class ranked third, so we first conducted the math test in Unit 2.
As soon as the math exam was over, Mr. Lu, the monitor, asked us to go out and queue up for vaccination. As soon as I heard that I was waiting in line for vaccination, I began to feel cold all over. My warm hand just inserted in my pocket suddenly became cold, and I couldn't warm it. I'm shivering with cold all over, too. Ah! Is vaccination really that terrible?
We followed the Sports Commission to the school reading room, where we had a vaccination. I got the list, walked into the reading room, took off my coat, slowly opened the sleeves of my autumn clothes, and prepared to take a cruel injection photo for my aunt nurse. The person in front walked into the observation area with a playful smile after the injection. I wonder in my heart: how come these people don't feel pain after injection, but think it's fun?
It's my turn I watched my aunt put medicine on my arm with a cotton swab. After applying the potion, I picked up a thin and long needle. I couldn't help shuddering at the length of the needle. My aunt started stuffing it into my arm. I watched her stick it in, and I felt nothing. I don't know if my aunt pulled it out or reminded me to take a cotton swab before going to the observation area. God, it doesn't hurt at all. It's amazing!
Sitting in the observation area takes 30 minutes to leave. I press the cotton swab and feel a little pain in my arm, but it doesn't matter! When I am in trouble, I still chat with my classmates to relieve boredom. I saw that everyone took off the cotton swabs one by one. I also threw the cotton swab into the trash can and put on my clothes. Ah! Much warmer!
After vaccination, my arm is really a little heavy and a little sour, so I don't need strength. This is the first time I have felt this way since I was vaccinated. The students who took the vaccination first disappeared from my sight, and there was another row ... when can we go?
Our group also returned to the classroom. It turns out that vaccination is not as terrible as I thought. In fact, as long as I am strong, there is nothing I will be afraid of!
The weekly diary describing the injection has 400 words. "Why are there so many infectious diseases in the world? What kind of injection should I take? Meowed ... "I muttered in my mind and cried. Yes, I have to have an injection today. I am most afraid of injections. At the sight of the needle tip, my scalp is numb and my limbs are weak.
"Gege, let's go. It's an injection." Ah! Somebody help me. I was dragged out of the house by my mother. Going to the hospital, my heart is pounding in my chest. I put my hands together and silently prayed that I would never go to the hospital.
Finally, I arrived at the hospital. I was so scared that my limbs were weak and I was "sick" Every step seems like the whole person is falling apart. I came to the nurse with trepidation and sat in the chair mechanically. "ouch!" Looking at the nurse's sister holding up the bright needle, I couldn't help shouting. "No, no one younger than you has ever cried!" Sister nurse quickly comforted me. "How can such a small needle get to my house?" My mother encouraged me, too. "Come on!" I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and waited for the needle to come. "Hey, why are your hands 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. "Ah, wow, wow, wow ..." This time it's true. The needle really stuck in my hand. That's pain!
After the injection, I came out confused and shouted in my heart: I will never give an injection again! Ho ho. ...
I will take good exercise in the future, and I will never get sick or get an injection again!
400 words describe the weekly diary of injection, such as colorful clouds; Childhood is like a beautiful song; Childhood is the most unforgettable time in the journey of life. A naive heart is like a boat surfing in the water, enjoying the colorful world …
According to my parents, when I was a child, I was as afraid of injections as other children. Every time I hear children crying and see sharp needles sticking into their tender skin, I cry as if the end of the world is coming. Why am I so sad and wronged? I'm confused, too However, when I was six years old, my experience of injection was vivid, because I left moving tears.
It was a hot summer and everything was listless. Only when cicada kept shouting "cicada-cicada-",I came to the injection department, where I was suffering. I was frightened when I heard the shrill cry. My heart has been jumping like a rabbit, and the pain before made me cry.
Seeing me crying, my parents hesitated for a moment and even coaxed me into the injection room. There were not many people in the room, and there was silence. The whole air is filled with the smell of gunpowder. A few minutes later, it was my turn. I stared uneasily at the doctor's dispensing hand. I really hope that time will stop at this moment, but the cold cotton swab is still pressing on my skin. I grinned painfully and closed my eyes tightly. At this time, a gentle word broke the silence: "Doctor, can you be gentle?" Children ... are afraid of injections ... "What a familiar voice! So it's mom. The doctor hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, "The child is a man, but he is brave, isn't he?" "..." At the moment of speaking, the cold needle unconsciously penetrated into the skin. It seems that the needle is not in my body, but in my parents' hearts. I saw them turn their faces and tremble slightly. I couldn't help it any longer. Tears poured out like a waterfall. I shouted, "Dad-Mom-"
After that, I was no longer afraid of injections. Moreover, I have increased my gratitude to my parents.
Zhou Ji, who describes injections, took me to get vaccinated every day yesterday. Originally, it was the 4th, but we went there in the afternoon, and nobody went to work in the afternoon, so we made a trip for nothing. I fell asleep when I walked at home every day and fell asleep when I came back. I laughed at him and went out for a walk in my sleep.
I took him there again yesterday. Be prepared before you go. He will cry loudly when he has an injection. I don't want to be with him When he cried, I was at a loss, worried and distressed, and I couldn't coax him. Let grandma coax him. I asked my father to bring another bottle. When he cries, I will give him a bottle. Maybe he will be better.
At 9 o'clock in the morning, our family of four set off from home and arrived at the health care station. There is another one ahead. His children are one day younger than us every day. Two days later we finished the formalities and went to the injection room together. His baby called first. I didn't dare to look, so I walked around to go through the formalities and pay the money. After completing the formalities, I saw my grandmother getting dressed every day and looking around with her eyes wide open as if nothing had happened. Dad said he cried every day when he had an injection, and then he stopped crying. I was relieved. I am really good and brave every day, and I didn't cry after the injection. I stayed up all the way back, sitting in the car and looking around. He may be more interested in this new environment!
When I got home, my father analyzed that every day may be too young to be afraid of injections. It's just that the needle hurt a little when it first entered, and then I cried, and then I didn't feel anything, so I stopped crying. Old, sensible, with fear. I cry when I hear or see an injection. I thought it should be the same. So now we should cultivate him to be brave. He can't just cry when something happens. He is a man and needs to be strong.
I believe I will do it every day, and he will be brave!
I see more clearly every day these days. I always look at grandma's parents' faces, and my eyes will move with us. Sometimes when we eat in his mouth, his mouth will move around. I gave him a small piece of orange today, which is sour. His faces are together and his taste is developing.
Growing up healthily every day, my mother is so happy!
Mom loves you so much!
The weekly diary describing the injection is 400 words. Seven days! I have a fever of 39 degrees! Looking at mom and dad in a hurry, I can't help but get nervous: mom will definitely take me to the hospital!
Sure enough, my mother took me to the Children's Medical Center. When I came to the emergency room, the doctor diagnosed it carefully and said that I needed an injection to reduce my fever! I followed my mother closely and asked again and again, "Mom, does it hurt to take antipyretics?" My mother comforted me and walked to the injection room. As soon as I got to the door, I heard a deafening cry from inside, and I couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. It's my turn, my feet are as heavy as lead, thinking: what should I do if I cry in pain? Will it collapse? I thought about it, took off my pants, sat on the bed and said, "Nurse, hit me gently."
The injection started. The nurse disinfected me with alcohol cotton ball first, then picked up the syringe and gently stuck it in. I don't feel any pain. Then I lost my medicine. I felt very painful when I lost it, and I cried "Ouch" and "Ouch". "It's done." Aunt nurse quickly pulled out the needle. I finally breathed a long sigh of relief. "Baby, you are so brave!" Mom praised. "Yes, it's not exquisite at all." Aunt nurse also said with a smile. "Hehe." I barely smiled, but who knows, my ass is so sour that I can't even walk!