Yesterday afternoon, there was another old man in the ward, 87 years old, not long after being admitted to the ward, he inserted a urinary catheter, may not be adapted to the urinary tube, plus a little alzheimer's disease, so shouted a night, to urinate, to pee, the hand of the needle is uncomfortable, to go home for the New Year, to find the eldest son, the second son, repeatedly, this morning is still continuing, full of breath. His youngest son last night was coaxing the same as a child, super patient, coaxed to the second half of the night, the tone began to be impatient, this morning when I passed, his young son has been coming for a while, has been coaxing the old man: "I know it is going to be the New Year, I have traveled thousands of miles to come home, is not it also to accompany you for the New Year?" But aren't you uncomfortable, aren't you overwhelmed? Didn't you ask to come to the hospital yesterday? But after coming, you don't cooperate with the treatment, what do you tell me to do? At the end of the year, I also have things to do, I still have mortgages and car loans to repay, and my children also need money to study, but now besides me, who will pay attention to you? Please, Dad, don't argue, okay? After the injection, you are better, and we will go home for the New Year. Coaxing, he choked up, tears streaming straight down his cheeks.
Sometimes I wonder if people's life, old age, illness and death can be natural, if at a certain time, only alleviate the pain, all other futile things will be counted.
