Miscellaneous Series No. 12: My Last Days with My Father-in-Law (I)

The Last Days (I)

At one o'clock in the afternoon on the twenty-sixth, we drove to the ** hospital.

The thirteenth floor of the Internal Medicine Building was where we were going. Director Zhang was contacted by phone in advance, and it sounded like a very kind person on the phone, he said that he did not rest at noon and was on duty in the ward.

As usual, I rented a wheelchair from the lobby and took the elevator to the thirteenth floor.

It was very smooth to find Director Zhang, it looked like he was on duty at the door table, a few simple greetings, we were arranged to the ward. Looking around, the layout is similar to that of a hotel, the application items are complete, and there is no conspicuous word related to the disease on the wall and the door.

Father-in-law stayed, a nurse with a potion to give injections, using the kind of needles, the advantage of leaving needles is simple and convenient, do not have to look for blood vessels every time, especially like my father-in-law, the type of skin bag bone is difficult to find blood vessels. By the way, I asked a few bottles, and the answer was five bottles. Arrange for the second uncle to watch the injection, and after the bell rings, he calls the nurse to come and change the medicine. I went through all kinds of formalities to do nucleic acid testing and get a hospital escort certificate. Here idle a few words of the second uncle, because the second uncle is illiterate, color blind, go out and fall out of the way, and other comprehensive reasons, can only stay in the ward. As for all the things that need to be done outside the door, you can't rely on it. Honestly, as long as he doesn't mess with me, I'll burn incense. Originally, I always joked with him: If the great wisdom can be evenly given to the second uncle, why should it be so?

The saddest thing about hospitalization is eating, why? One of my father-in-law's living habits is not to eat salt, usually stir-fry only without salt, he eats just right, but where a little salt is immediately unbearable. So when he was asked what he was eating at dinner, his father-in-law said as usual: Anything, as long as there is no salt. I said yes.

When I went to the first floor dining car to queue up to buy food, the waiter asked me what I wanted? I said: Which dish is the lightest is which one. The man was stunned: What, you think our dish is salty? I said no, I just came, the patient has this dietary requirement, we have to meet it.

Back in the ward, I shook the bed and put it down at the table, and my father-in-law picked up the meal and put it in his mouth, biting and eating it. I asked if it was salty or not, and he said it was still in the middle.

I took a video of the meal on my phone and passed it to my lover to reassure her.