Take the Didi Express, listen to Wu Jingyi's "Daughter Love", drive to the moving station, and then begin to leave the hometown - Nanning again.
Every time I come back, I always feel a thousand emotions, and the moment I leave is always so unwilling; in this life, Nanning can only hurry through like that, even if you don't give up, there is no way to change!
This was the third time in two months that he had returned, and overall, he was in a better mood than ever, at least my father's current condition had improved. The next time I come back, maybe after my father is discharged from the hospital, I hope that this day can come sooner, including the hateful epidemic, otherwise, every time I go back and forth, I will be isolated and treated, which is a waste of time.
Yesterday I spent 5 hours with my father, chatting, visiting the garden in the hospital, massage, nursing, etc., I did it all. Especially doing nursing, watching others easily mess up, really let me do it myself, it is really tired, especially when carrying my father from the wheelchair to the bed, if you do not master the skills, no matter how much power can not be done: that is, at the beginning of the time I inserted my hands face to face into my father's armpits to hug him, the result was failure; later I had to adjust the direction of the whole person to pick up, in order to put on the bed. Put my father on the bed, I'm tired enough.
Next, I helped my father scrub his body and change his clothes; when he was finished, he found that he could not stand up straight for a long time. Scrubbing the body, the focus is on the techniques and psychological disorders; the father's body parts have been inactive for a long time, there are atrophic, there are neuropathic pain, there are skin damage, a little attention will hurt him, if not good may cause secondary injuries, etc., fortunately there are nurses on the side to guide.
Chatting is the happiest thing for my father. He kept talking about a lot of things, even endorsing me and asking me to make some records. Talk about the countryside, talk about geography, talk about grandchildren, talk about learning... Everything he had experienced and missed was all talked about. For geography, mention its importance: geography is the greatest thing of all things, rich and poor, life and death, are all geographical masters. For the matter of the grandchild, I hope that someone in our family can study medicine in the future and become a doctoral professor, and I sincerely hope that the grandchild can understand how to heal people. For rural matters, I hope that he will not tell anyone in the village about the current situation, and do not want this matter to be taken as a topic, after all, in the past two months, too many things have happened in the village, such as his father was hospitalized shortly after the stroke, the Azu of the village passed away, the eight aunts in the village fell twice, broke their legs, and the little aunt in the village was hit by a car and killed... All of these things may be related to the repair of ancestral tombs on March 24 of this year's lunar calendar. Therefore, his father hoped that his affairs should be kept secret, so as not to talk nonsense in the village.
In fact, yesterday I was able to accompany my father very well for a long time, which is really the luckiest thing since this time, after all, the current epidemic situation, I am a person who returned from other provinces, and I am absolutely not allowed to visit in the hospital. However, the management of the hospital is still relatively "humane". I entered the hospital from the emergency department, went downstairs to the inpatient department, and told the nurse to push my father for a walk in the (wheelchair) hospital garden, so that I had the opportunity to meet my father face to face. In the garden of the hospital, I pushed my father around in a circle, from 16:30 to 20:00 in the evening, during which I helped my father wipe sweat, massage, adjust sitting posture, etc. many times, and more importantly, chatted and talked with my father... The passage of time and seconds is like flying by; looking at my father's white hair and small body, I can't help but feel sadness in my heart, and I feel a thousand emotions!
Sitting in the waiting room of the East Railway Station, the mood is not very good; after all, this time I leave, I don't know when I will come back next time.
Writing here, it should have been written, it just so happened that my mother called to ask if I got on the car, and suddenly aroused another thing that I had been thinking about yesterday: that is, to accompany my parents well, quietly have a meal with my parents, and quietly listen to their nagging; in fact, how many more times can I have such an opportunity?
A bowl of rice, a bowl of dishes, so simple, so light, how happy it is to be able to accompany my mother to eat a good meal.
Finally, I wish my father a speedy recovery, I wish my mother good health and happiness, and my son will come back to accompany you more!