hanged for almost all night, and my mother also "dreams" all night. When the window glass climbed onto the brilliant morning glow, she slowly opened her sleepy eyes. Seeing a little glow in my mother's eyes and her face was a little comfortable, the three of us siblings breathed a sigh of relief. As we slowly shook our bed, we kept calling our mother softly and asked her how she felt.
Mother didn't say anything, she just laughed, but she didn't laugh, and she couldn't even nod and shook her head. We have seen many such patients, and the doctor has also given the "vaccine" in advance, so we did not show much concern. Since my mother could not express it correctly, my third sister and elder brother were responsible for washing my mother, and I went to the hospital cafeteria.
The canteen is very big, and it is already noisy at this time, and every small window is in a mess without any order. I went back and forth a few times and tried to pick what my mother liked to buy. After a fight, it was already a big sweat, and at least I could buy it. I was afraid that my mother would be anxious to wait, so I ran to the ward.
Just as the nurse had just drained the blood needed for the test, I deliberately shook the breakfast I bought in front of my mother's eyes, and a hint of impatient expression appeared in her eyes. It can be seen that my mother is already hungry, after all, from noon yesterday to now, there is only a bowl of thin oats in her belly. My mother felt hungry, which proved that her mental energy had indeed improved.
It's okay. Apart from feeling a little bit of choking, my mother didn't have any serious problems with swallowing. Seeing her mouthful of mouthfuls, the third sister's movements seemed slow. The third sister reminded her mother to keep slower and be careful to choke, and her tears couldn't stop rolling down. I didn't dare to let my mother eat too much, but my third sister couldn't bear it and scooped up a small spoonful of rice porridge. This time, my mother probably understood what we meant and blocked it with her left hand. Because the movements were not coordinated enough, the third sister who was caught off guard almost spilled a bed.
Mother smiled embarrassedly. This smile also made us understand that mother is not as "confused" as we are worried about. She knows everything and remembers everything, but she just won't express it for the time being. My mother was "full", but my siblings had no appetite.
At this time, the nurses just started handing over the shift, and quickly packed up the mess and stuffed it into cabinet . Although we were new, we were clean and orderly. One of the petite nurses wearing black-rimmed glasses nodded and smiled slightly at us, thinking it was a praising us.
And I also remembered that I accidentally saw a photo of the responsible nurse hanging at the door this morning. Yes, it was her. What does the word "responsible nurse" mean? Thinking of this, I replied to her with a smile, which was polite and sincere, and of course I also had a little selfish thought. The skill was not big, and the responsible nurse and a younger nurse returned.
As soon as you enter the door, you first tidy up the bed and get off the bed, put the bedside card and a list of medicines that were injected today, and then stood by us at the right side and introduced yourself: "Hello, my name is Zhong Shuhan. The clock of the clock is your responsible nurse. If you have any questions or needs, just tell me and just call me Xiao Zhong in the future. This is not suitable for the word "welcome", but I sincerely hope that you will give more valuable opinions on my work."
Although she stands there properly, her humorous enthusiasm and natural affinity can still be seen from her words and deeds. Unconsciously, I felt good and expectant about this young nurse Zhong Shuhan, who was about 25 or 26 years old, with a short ponytail, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and a pair of small but shiny eyes.
Xiao Zhong also told us everything that patients like my mother should pay attention to, including diet, daily care, mental aspects, etc. After thanking Xiao Zhong and another young nurse, we pushed my mother in a wheelchair to do the hospital's most advanced imaging examination - MRI.
Because I have done it before, I am more familiar with it. Although it is high-tech, it also has its shortcomings. It is noise-free and takes a long time, and requires close cooperation from patients.However, patients like mothers are old and can’t stand this kind of trouble, which is really worrying. Once you move a little, all your previous efforts will be wasted.
Since it is a special patient, the doctor allowed me and my elder brother to take care of my mother on one side and try to make her relax. My elder brother and I held one of my mother's hands, which would reduce her fear. When everything was ready, the machine started to start, and the familiar "noise" made my heart rise to my throat.
My elder brother and I stared at my mother nervously, afraid that she would have any abnormal reaction. Time passes minute by minute, and every minute is torment. Ten minutes later, I heard my mother's breathing became more and more rapid. I knew that the condition was not good. While whispering to encourage her mother, I shook her hand hard, hoping that she could understand what I mean.
Who knew that it lasted for another minute, probably could no longer bear this really scary machine. My mother's head began to twist back and forth, and her hand also scratched my palms hard. The doctor's voice was a little irritable and regretful, but my elder brother and I were helpless. The doctor agreed to do it again after begging hard.
The doctor said impatiently that if you don’t succeed again, you can only wait for the redo tomorrow. It was difficult for my mother to get off the ward and said that she could not come back no matter what. It was a small amount of money. How could my mother bear it and go back and forth? My elder brother and I patiently explained to my mother, and I also talked about the interesting things I had when I was having an examination, and my mother finally had a smile on her face.
There are many people queuing up, and it is impossible to give you too much time to "waste" here. A moment later, my mother was once again pushed into the inspection warehouse. Thank goodness, my mother was brave this time, but she could only pass the inspection. After nearly half an hour of examination, it felt like a long period of purgatory on earth.
