Today is Chinese New Year's Eve, at 12 o'clock at noon, my sister sent me a WeChat to send me dumplings, but I couldn't help but cry. #分享新生活 #
Yesterday, all those who should have been discharged were discharged, and there were still twelve patients living in more than a dozen wards.
Everyone had a care, I didn't, I didn't want to talk when I woke up in the morning, there was no sun outside, and the mood was strangely depressed.
When buying rice at noon, the canteen sister asked whether to order dumplings in the evening, I ordered one, just after lunch, my sister came to the message that she sent me dumplings in the evening, I said: No, I have booked.
But I don't know why, the heart is particularly not a taste, the mouth says no, the heart especially hopes that someone will accompany, someone to deliver food, someone to comfort...
However, I didn't have anything, I didn't spend New Year's Day at home, I didn't have Chinese New Year's Eve, and I couldn't celebrate the Spring Festival...
The mouth said that he didn't care, but the tears flowed down without a fight...
