As I said, I am not afraid of death. However, when a very familiar person who was more than ten years younger than me passed away, the deep sense of fear shook my fearless will. Suddenly, there is a kind of extravagant hope: it is good to be alive.
It is a miracle that I survived this serious illness.
I had a high fever for three days in a row, no pain or itchiness, and enjoyed it alone in a dazed way. On the third night, my daughter found out. She wanted to send me to the hospital. Of course, she couldn¡¯t talk me out of it. Her eyes were red. , jumped barefoot to the opposite door, listening to her voice very eagerly. After a while, he came back with the antipyretic and ordered me to take it.
The next day, I was rushed to the hospital without mercy.
The doctor looked at me and said: I am so sick.
I don't think so, it's just a cold.
I have never heard of a cold dying.
On the eighth day of my treatment, a classmate sent a WeChat message saying that her younger sister had just passed away due to a cold and fever causing pneumonia, interstitial pneumonia.
Suddenly, I seemed to have become an idiot and lost the ability to think. Because I have had this disease before, the doctor warned me that I should always pay attention to the risk of recurrence, especially if I have a cold or fever.
That is to say, my daughter pulled me out of hell.
In the haze, there is a feeling of regeneration, and only then do I realize that I haven't enjoyed enough of the beauty!
This also made me more sure of how fragile and precious life is.
It's good to be alive!
From now on, I will live every day as if it is my last. Cherish my family, cherish my friends, and cherish all the people I meet in my life.
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