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Chapter 11 Pulling out the needle for the first time when entering the department

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    I still remember the first time I pulled out the needle for a patient. It was when I was on the day shift, or other interns took me to pull out the needle for the patient.

    Because I just entered the department, I don¡¯t know anything, and I don¡¯t have a special teacher to teach me, so other interns became my teachers.

    At the beginning, other interns asked me to do it directly. I was still a little scared and didn't dare to do it. So when they asked me to do something, I told them that I didn't know how to do it yet, and I wanted to watch them do it first.

    However, as I stay longer and longer in the clinic (go to work at 7.30 in the morning, leave work at 12 noon, go to work at 2.30 pm, and leave work at 5.30. Although it looks like I only work for seven and a half hours a day, because  I don¡¯t want to go out of the hospital to buy food, and I want to sleep a little longer at noon, which means I have to stay in the hospital from 7.30 to 17.30 every day. I don¡¯t see the sun. I get up at 6.20 in the morning and go to bed at 23 in the evening.  It¡¯s only less than 17 hours, not to mention the time I spent traveling back and forth between the hospital and school because I have to go to work. So I feel like I stay in the hospital for a long time every day.), the courage has also become  Bigger.

    When other interns asked me to pull out the needles, I also mustered up the courage to pull out the needles for the patients, and even started to pull out the needles for the patients myself.

    I remember being very excited when I helped a patient pull out the needle for the first time.

    After all, this is the first time I have performed an operation that is extremely related to nursing work!

    At least I think so.

    But later, when I helped the patient pull out the needle, other things happened.

    When I returned to the Department of Gastroenterology after a year, when I was pulling out a needle for a patient at work, because the speed of pulling out the needle was too fast, and my hand moved for some reason, the needle was pulled out of the patient's blood vessel.  Come out, but plunge into other places again.

    And that place is on the patient's knuckles.

    It means that after I pulled out the IV needle for the patient, I stuck the needle back into the patient's body!

    But it didn't hit me, it's luck!

    But the needle was stuck in the patient's hand, and it hit the nail on the head!

    Looking at the blood beads gushing out from the patient's hand, I felt a little flustered.

    It's over!  I was secretly afraid in my heart.

    Because the patient's hand not only received an injection because of the infusion, but also received another injection because of my mistake.

    The patient won't hit me, will he?

    I thought to myself.

    Because I saw too much news about medical disputes on TV, I was worried that the needle would be stuck in the patient's hand when the needle was pulled out, and the patient would use it as a handle to cause trouble in the hospital.

    Naturally, I was also afraid that the patient would take the opportunity to hit me, an intern who had just entered the hospital.

    However, when I hastily pulled out the needle that was stuck in the patient's hand and apologized at the same time, the uncle who was pierced by me frowned, pressed the patch and did not complain about me.

    It is my luck that the patient did not complain about me.

    Because if they encounter a patient who is not easy to mess with, even if they don¡¯t beat me up, they will talk about me, and even go to the nurse¡¯s station to tell the head nurse in person, and ask the teacher to beat me up again.  (I have encountered this kind of thing in tumors. Naturally, it was because of my operation error that the patient went to the head nurse.)

    But that uncle didn't say much about me. When I apologized, he said it was okay, and I was very grateful.

    But when I returned to the nurse's station with the needle, I was secretly afraid again.

    Because if the place where the needle pricked was in my hand, I'm afraid my heart would not be as simple as self-blame.

    Because the needle pulled out from the patient's blood vessel was stained with the patient's own blood.

    Even if I just stuck the needle somewhere else on the patient's hand, even if there are any viruses or bacteria in the blood on the needle, it may not be anything to the patient at all.

    After all, those bacteria and viruses originally came from the patient himself!

    But if the needle stuck in my hand, then even the head nurse would really be alarmed.

    Because can you know what disease the patient has?

    Can you know how many bacteria and viruses were "imported" into your body by the needle when it was stuck in your hand?

    But no matter what, no matter where the needle was stuck in the patient, as long as it didn't get stuck in my hand, I feel very lucky.

    Although I did let the patient get an extra injection because of my mistake.

    Although at that time I really felt right because of my own mistakes.Speaking of that patient (remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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