First hospitalization (4)
The next day, an old nurse said that there was an empty bed in the ward and could arrange me, I said to arrange me in the corridor, the ward was narrow and chaotic, the corridor was smooth and cool, anyway, I went home after the infusion every day, and I did not waste resources.
The nurse was very happy, thinking that I was a good patient who was reasonable and reasonable, and I had feelings when I returned home after the infusion, and I was considerate of the difficulties of the hospital.
Every day the infusion is boring and boring, I play Go with my mobile phone while infusing, and then listen to music, cello, violin, guitar, guqin music. Spanish, Italian, Turkish, Hungarian, Arabic, Indian and other foreign songs.
All the songs I play have videos.
The nurses walked around the hallway, stopping in front of my bed from time to time, pinching the bag to see if they needed to change the liquid, I suspected that they wanted to listen to the music and peek at the video, the audiovisual environment in which the nurses worked was too monotonous.
Although I have the male style of a tiger, I am like a well-behaved cat with infusions, occasionally making a few jokes to enliven the atmosphere, and the nurses should have a good impression of me.
Once, not long after the infusion, the needle on my left hand was bulging, and I shouted that three small nurses came running, and I said that the needle was bulging and piercing my right hand.
The right hand was also bulging, the three little girls were a little nervous, I said it was okay, a needle and left and right bow are very good, fully proved that I am a bloody boy.
A male patient number came to the ward, and as soon as they met, they talked to me, and after asking each other, they knew that he was the same disease as me, which was good, and there was a common language with the same disease.
He was short, thick, black and fat, and looked very strong, and he looked like a strong man.
The strong man wandered around like a seasoned guerrilla, and he also talked with other sick numbers and bed attendants, and he was a self-acquaintance.
I always felt that he was not confident in his words.
A few days after the infusion, the tube bed doctor examined my condition and informed me that I was preparing for surgery.
People are floating in the hospital, who can not be knifed.
