Jingzhou Sixth Middle School is alive and should take responsibility for the community war "epidemic" prevention and control diary

------- the prevention and control diary of Liu Yongjun of Shashi No. 6 Middle School in Jingzhou City

February 24 was the 12th day of my participation in the prevention and control of the epidemic in the Dongyuan community on Chaoyang Street.

Last night shift was on duty until 11 o'clock. Get up at eight o'clock in the morning, contact Yonghui Supermarket, and buy daily necessities for Wang Shounian, an elderly person living alone in the community. Fully armed as required to go out, I arrived at the supermarket. I quickly found all the supplies according to Mrs. Wang's request, and Bought one myself. In front of the cash register, there is a queue of baskets, and the levers of the baskets are posted with information about the buyers, all volunteers serving the community. The supplies I purchased were settled and paid. Three bags, really heavy, I carried out of the supermarket, the vest sweaty; walked for a while, sweating profusely on my head. I estimated my strength, took 80 steps to take a break, and then counted the steps and walked home section by section. When I got home, I was covered in sweat. My wife took the bag in my hand and shouted, "So heavy!" I quickly took a comfortable shower. I asked my wife to help Mrs. Wang cut the pork belly into small pieces and divided it into seven small bags, three pounds of meat, and each bag was more than 4 or 2. I took pictures of the purchased materials and invoices and sent them to Mrs. Wang's son, and called to say that they would be delivered in twenty minutes. After a short rest, he dressed again and carried the bag to Mrs. Wang's house. Yesterday the door didn't open, but this time she opened it quickly, and her son had called her earlier. I went in, took stock of my supplies, and put the meat and dumplings in the fridge. When everything stopped, I was leaving, and she pulled me and said, "You help me wash the pot," "Wash the pot?" Isn't the wok of stir-fry dishes on the table in the dining room, very clean! She said it was not this pot, it was a pressure cooker, I went into the kitchen, opened the pressure cooker to see, it was all black, it turned out that the old man used the pressure cooker to cook meat a few days ago forgot the time, the meat in the pot was all mushy, anxious, did not wait for the steam to all come out to pull open the lid, the result of both palms were all burned. The afternoon before yesterday, I also went to the outpatient clinic of the three hospitals to change the medicine. I took the pot away and promised to send it at five o'clock.

When I got home, I began to prepare the students' learning materials, and after sending the materials, I began to sort out the information of the 6 buildings of the residential community. When receiving a notice from the community, it is necessary to call the residents to verify the fever situation of the residents on the basis of the original arrangement. I made the form, opened the WeChat picture, filled in the picture against each household, the most troublesome thing is that the handwriting on the original manuscript is not clear, and my wife is summed up, she is more familiar with the staff of the hospital, help me correct it. The form was completed, followed by house-to-house phone calls, most of which reported that "things were normal" and remained busy until more than five o'clock in the afternoon, and six other households had no one answering the phone. This time, when I went out, I first sent Mrs. Wang's pot. I thought I couldn't wash it, but I didn't expect it, soaked it for two hours, wiped it with a cleaning ball, and actually washed it. The old man was very grateful, and before leaving, she said, "When I finish eating the tangyuan, I will ask you to buy it for me", and I promised with a full mouth.

When I got out of the house, I knocked on the door of several households that had not been implemented one by one, and all of them were normal. Back at the duty station, Teacher Deng Fang said that there were still 18 eggs, which were donated and asked me to send them to Mrs. Wang's house. I carried the eggs, but this time it took a while to call the door, and it was difficult for her to hear clearly, and she said that there were still twenty eggs at home, and she couldn't finish eating them, so she wouldn't ask for them. I wanted to give the eggs to Dr. Ouyang Xuemei, an old man living alone at the opposite door, but she also politely declined, saying that her son worked in the hospital and had surplus. I had to return the eggs to the duty station. It was hot and dry, and when I got home, I was sweating again and taking another shower.

Just returned home, received a call from the secretary of the community Li Yanna, saying that I was responsible for the 6 buildings 2 doors 302 an elderly person living alone was panting, may have to go to the hospital, want me to go to see, the community grid staff will arrive immediately. I quickly got dressed again and hurried to the old man's house. I knocked on the door, and it turned out to be an old man, surnamed Tao; about 70 years old, with gray hair, faltering footsteps, a hoarse voice, and his breathing was very heavy. I explained the situation, the old man said trouble you guys, just now it feels wrong, this is better. I asked if it mattered, he said it didn't matter; I asked if I wanted to go to the hospital, he said no, he was a retired doctor in the third hospital; I asked if I wanted to buy medicine, he said there are still some medicines, which can last through March. I left my phone number for the old man, said goodbye to the old man and went downstairs, only to run into the grid clerk. I knocked on the old man's door with the gridman again, and once again made sure that I didn't need help before going downstairs. At the duty point, Teacher Deng Fang said that the old man went downstairs to get the donated materials, probably because he was too anxious to go upstairs and could not breathe for a while before calling.

When I got home, my wife was making buns, and she had been working in the fever clinic and was just resting at home today. I told her about Dr. 302 Tao, and she told me that the old man turned out to be the director of the Neurology Department of the Third Hospital, almost 80 years old, and his wife died a few years ago, living alone. I said the old man had asthma and she asked me to save the phone, it was a landline. By half past six, the buns had been steamed in two pots. I ate two and went on night shift.

At night, there were not many things, so I copied the information collected during the day on the resident review form issued by the community. There are not many residents in and out of the community at night, mainly doctors and nurses who work the night shift. The most frequent in and out are assistant workers in crimson uniforms, who have to move whenever they receive a call from the doctor to get medicine. Around ten o'clock, the doctors and nurses who commute to work are the most, and they are also fighting the epidemic on the front line. Time is running out, the epidemic is better than the previous days, but the party committees and governments at all levels still remind the people to be vigilant and prevent a rebound; this is not the end of today's review.

After another hour of work, I remembered Liu Yuxi's poems, copied three poems, and silently recited them several times. "Mo Dao Sang Yu evening, for Xia Shang full of heaven." This is my favorite verse. Thinking of the doctors, nurses and patients who have passed away from this epidemic, we are fortunate to be alive, and we must continue to persevere; there is some value in living, and we deserve to take a little responsibility!

Source: Shashi No.6 Middle School