Before entering the hospital, I had never seen anyone who was dying, or who was about to die.
Even in clinical practice for so long, I have never seen a patient's life disappear before my eyes.
But the hospital is a special place after all, I have never seen a patient die in front of my eyes, but it does not mean that there is no death
Maybe I'm lucky. Although I met several older patients with poor heart function when I was in the cardiology department, I didn't see or even participate in their lives. The process of disappearing in the world
But my roommate is much "luckier" than me.
Because during the five weeks of our internship in the Department of Cardiovascular Medicine, in her class, there happened to be two patients who walked away at night.
The first time my roommate was in middle school, but at that time the teacher ordered supper, and because of the epidemic, the takeaway could not be sent to the hospital department, so when the takeaway arrived, her teacher asked her to leave Lou went to get it, and who knew that when she came back, an old man had already left.
My roommate said that it took her more than ten minutes to go back and forth
But a life ended in such a short time
? I want to say something emotional at this time, but I don't know how to express it
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However, my roommate also said that the old man would leave that night, which was actually a sign.
?Because the doctor may have noticed the change in the grandfather's condition and informed the family members in advance, so my roommate saw many family members of the grandfather guarding the ward that night
And the second time, when I was also on the middle and night shift (but I forgot whether my roommate was on the middle or night shift), an old man left.
And I still have a deep memory of that old grandfather, because his condition is a little serious, he can only lie on the bed, and then everything is taken care of by the escort hired by his family.
Then there were two nights, also when I was on the middle and night shift, the old grandpa pulled, and then it was difficult to accompany the uncle, so he called us for help.
At that time, there were only two people working in the department, one was my teacher and the other was me, and then my teacher was writing records, and I went when the bell rang, but only after I went did I realize that this time the nursing uncle asked me to help wipe the old man¡¯s mouth. Shit
The old man pulled it, and then the diaper didn't seem to be done properly, so he touched his butt. Because the old man couldn't move, the uncle who accompanied him asked me to help move the old man's body.
But even though the old man couldn't move, he was very heavy. I couldn't move it, so I had to exchange jobs
That is, I wipe the shit, and then accompany the uncle to turn the grandfather's body to one side (that is, lie on the side)
I remember it was the first time in my life that I wiped shit on someone else
And it's not a little bit of shit, but a big piece of shit from the butt
If it is said that the 24-hour urine left by the patients in the ward on the night shift in the morning is very smelly, then the feces on the buttocks are very, very smelly
I have no words to describe it, anyway, it is unusually smelly and disgusting
However, as a nursing intern and a person on duty, although I was frowning at the disgusting and smelly work at that time, in the end I helped the old man wipe his butt without complaint, and the rest The remaining excrement was wiped clean with a wet towel by the nursing uncle after laying the grandfather flat
I couldn't recover from the scene of wiping shit for a long time that night, because I always felt so disgusting.
When I'm fine, sitting in the nursing station, I still think: Do I have to help people wipe their excrement and urine frequently when I work in the clinic?
Mommy
If so, it would be too painful
But what about the pain?
Didn't you choose this major yourself when you first studied it?
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