text: Li Xiangning Picture: From the Internet
1 cup Erguotou , choking tears, Shengdan Jingmo Mo Chou, don’t look back.
Good brothers have a drink, I won’t return until I get drunk. Are you and him the same thing as before? After more than ten years of rushing, everything is empty, I don’t know if you are in the distance.
Some past events are unbearable to look back on, but memories are different.
Two days ago, we were chatting in our cervical spinal cord injury group, and we met a brother who had previously undergone a "nerve stem cell transplant" operation at the General Hospital of the Armed Police. We were not admitted to the hospital at the same time, and we didn't meet that time. Now we meet, we can only sigh, one is the missed that year, and the other is that the effect of surgery on nerve recovery is almost zero.
This unconsciously reminded me of the late 2010 when I spent about a week together in the Armed Police General Hospital. I was both of three disabled friends and their families with cervical spine injuries. However, after many years, due to the limitations of the years, no contact information was left, and the group owner complained.
Recalling their situation at that time, I really want to know how they are now?
Two people in the same ward as me were an uncle under 40 years old from Wuhan, Hubei. Like me, he fell from high altitude and broke the central nerve . But what he was sadder than me was that the height he fell down was only about three meters high, and it was an accident at home, and there was no third party guarantee.
The one who accompanied him was his wife. It is said that the two of them came out of the mountains and their families were not well off. After arriving in Wuhan, I worked in many jobs. With the help of two people, I finally settled down in the city, ran a gas station, bought a house and a car, and my two children were all in college.
It was raining the day when he had an accident, and his wife found that a pump room at the gas station was leaking. After telling him, he would go up to check for repairs. His wife stopped him and said, "Don't worry, it's not too late to do it after the rain stops." But he didn't listen, thinking that it was a three-meter-high bungalow, and it should be very simple to go up and down.
But when he got the roof ready to come down, he slipped and fell down. Just like me, he hit the ground, and broke his neck directly. In this way, he became a half-vegetative person.
I don’t know if he really can’t accept this fact, or he has a violent temper, or both. He would yell and insult his wife all day long, no matter how hard his wife did and how well she took care of her.
His wife always wipes her tears with grievance and often complains to my mother. Sometimes I really can't stand it, so I slapped the uncle in the face and mouth regardless.
Another person is a friend from Xi'an, Shaanxi, who is one year younger than me. He was damaged by a cervical vertebrae fracture caused by a car accident. It's really heartbreaking to say that. When there was a car accident, he was with his parents. His parents both passed away after failed rescue efforts, and he became a high-ranking paraplegic disabled person.
He also had an accident before he got married. It was his brother who took care of him in the hospital. Compared to his elder brother's enthusiasm and talkativeness, he was much colder. In that week, I didn't seem to have heard him say ten words. His brother said that he was a little introverted and became even more autistic after the car accident.
He seemed to have no sense of hunger and fullness at that time. His arms could move, but his fingers could not. Every time he was having a meal, his elder brother would ask him to sit up on the bed or in a wheelchair, put a bowl of mixed rice on the small chopping board in front of him, and hand him a spoon. He held the spoon with his whole hand and ate it spoon by spoon. No matter how much he could, he would finish it.
Brother sometimes loses his temper at him, of course he is always indifferent, but he is always indifferent. Every time my elder brother gets angry, he feels very melancholy and lonely...
There is also a man from Changchun, Jilin from the next ward. He is two years older than me. He comes to our ward to play in a wheelchair every day. He is a coal miner, so you should know that he was paraplegic due to a coal mine accident.
He is the same as the brother before, his arms can move, but his fingers are not flexible. He had a smartphone at that time, holding the phone in his hand and manipulating it with his tongue.
The one who accompanied him was his father, who was in his sixties. Both of them should have the kind of fun-loving personality. They can chat with anyone, and they smile all day long, very enthusiastic, cheerful and generous.
He has a wife and has always had a good relationship. The two have a daughter. His father said that his wife had accompanied him, but because he wanted to take care of the children at home, he asked him to come. He also said that except for carrying him into a wheelchair every day at home, his wife takes care of him for the rest of the time.
Their father and brothers go out to have dinner every day, and uncle and brothers can also drink some wine. I asked many times if I wanted to go with me, but because my mother couldn't get me alone, she would have to bother them if she wanted to go out. Originally, every time I checked, I caused a lot of trouble, so I politely declined.
The night before the Changchun brother was discharged from the hospital, it was already past nine o'clock. My uncle pushed the brother to our ward again, and also carried a few side dishes and a bottle of Red Star Erguotou . The uncle said, "We are leaving tomorrow morning. We will drink some together tonight no matter what. The nurse will not allow it during the day, so we can only secretly get two sips at night."
I only sipped a little bit of it poured out with the bottle cap. The old man Changchun, who was playing with his mobile phone, looked up and saw it, and shouted like a furious, "Can't drink it!"
At that moment, I suddenly remembered that I was injecting every day. If I had to drink it, I might have finished playing. The uncle and brother just remembered it at that time, and regretted it, so they didn't let the uncle in Wuhan drink it again.
I don’t know if there was a reaction, but I haven’t drunk white wine for a long time. I was already unable to drink. I was confused and dizzy that night. It scared everyone very much. Fortunately, I was still sober, so I didn't take any measures. Instead, I drank twice as much water as usual.
From that day to now, I have never touched it again, whether it is liquor, beer or wine. But I have thought about the past two days that if I could meet them again, I would definitely have two drinks.
Because I haven’t had a fluid infusion for a year, it has been more than three months since I last took the medicine, and there is no cephalosporin in the several medicines I took.
