The taste of illness composition 500 words 1 I am sick, and I feel terrible!
I stood in front of the big mirror at home and looked at myself up and down. Ouch! Who is this, poor child? Hair that used to be very stylish is now like a frosted leek leaf, lying on the top of the head. Eyebrows droop at 8: 20. The heavy eyelids below seem to have great attraction to them, so that they can't fully open them, so they have to hang lazily, covering a pair of dull eyes, which turn around like a machine tool without oil, losing their former glory. The most pitiful thing is the nose. Blowing your nose has turned into a red nose. Even so, there are still two streams slowly flowing out of the cave. Lips are chapped, like a riverbed that hasn't rained for a long time. Open your mouth, your throat is red and swollen, as if a terrible volcano is about to spew hot magma. Let's look at that sick face. Two days ago, it was watery, red and round, like an apple. It's dark yellow now, and you can see the sharp chin.
In the mirror, I held a packet of tissue paper in my left hand, and my right hand took out a piece of paper from the tissue paper bag and wiped the stream that had just flowed out. The whole person stood there listlessly, as if lying on the bed next to him at any time. At this time, that big bed is my favorite place, and I am eager to sleep comfortably on it.
These days, the birds in my cage are not always singing happily as before, and the turtles in the water tank are not always swimming happily as before. They seem to feel my discomfort and calm down. Even the pots of aloe vera and Clivia on the windowsill looked at me with no spirit. The sunshine outside the window shines into the room, which is very bright, but there is always a black rain cloud above my head. Wherever I go, it will follow me, and even occasionally there will be a thunder and lightning. Hey! "
The feeling of being sick is simply terrible!
I remember one summer night, suddenly, I vomited while sleeping, and I don't know what it was. That's it. At that time, clothes and pants were all vomit. My parents get up quickly and help me change clothes, sheets and quilts.
When I get up in the morning, my father takes me to see a doctor. During the time of getting up, I was dizzy and hot, and the northwest wind blew cold, which was very uncomfortable! But I have been forbearing in the car, and XX Hospital has finally arrived!
We hung up first. The doctor said it was caused by bacteria. After listening to the doctor's words, I said to myself, "I don't care whether it's caused by bacteria or not, it tastes really bad." Then I went to the place where the blood was drawn. Wow, there are so many people. They all seem angry, but there is nothing they can do. The disease that should have started is similar to mine. We stood in line, and finally it was my turn. I'm nervous and scared, and the most terrible thing is pain. However, I remembered what my mother said to me: "Don't go to see whether it's blood drawing or injection. After a second, the battle is over. " I listened to my mother and kept my eyes closed. I finally pulled out the needle, and I was secretly pleased.
Time flies. At noon, my father helped me make a bowl of sesame soup, but I vomited again less than five minutes after eating it. I can't eat anything now, so my father can only give me medicine first. After taking the medicine, my father made me a bowl of sesame soup. I didn't vomit for a long time after eating well, and the medicine also worked. But my head is dizzy and my legs are sore. I really can't stand it!
It's really hard to feel sick. So I must not get sick next time.
It's sunny today, and the sun is high in the sky, just like my mood.
Come to the classroom, get your study tools ready and wait for the bell to ring.
The first class is math. I sat in the last row and listened to the new course wholeheartedly.
Facing the students who raised their hands like a forest, the teacher didn't see it, but turned his eyes to me in the last row. I was listening to a class at that time, and suddenly I didn't know why, so I gradually fainted. I feel sick and tired. My heart is like thunder and lightning. The fiery red sun is hanging high. I don't know when it turned off its smile, but it looked at me in the air with love.
The teacher came in my direction and said with concern, "What's the matter, Chen Zhitong? What's the matter with you? Do you want to ask your parents to pick you up? " At that time, my classmates turned to look at me, and I was a little embarrassed: "No, teacher, I insist." I know that if my parents pick me up on the way, I will lose my chain because I am absent from class.
Finally, I insisted on finishing the first class. After the second math class, I can't do it. I feel very uncomfortable. I lay quietly on my desk. I turned around weakly and whispered to my deskmate. Although I hate this naughty boy, I have to rely on him at the critical moment. I said, "Xiao Li, please tell the teacher that I don't feel well." The teacher came and told me to lie down on the table, and then asked her mother to pick me up.
When my mother came, I slowly put away my schoolbag, walked over slowly, turned around and quietly said goodbye to the teacher, and went home dizzy in my father's car.
When I got home, I lay prone on the bed. My parents looked at me in distress, cooked porridge for me and took medicine for me. I think: it's really bad to be sick. Don't get sick again. In the afternoon, I felt a little better. I looked at the sky outside the window. The previous light has become dim, and even the sunlight has hid in the clouds. Maybe it's sick, too?
Illness gives me a very unpleasant taste. I think: I must take good exercise and have a healthy body in the future.
The taste of illness composition 500 words 4 Some people say that getting sick means taking an injection and taking medicine, and you have suffered a lot; Some people say that being sick is hospitalization and suffering ... but I think the taste of being sick is being cared for and taken care of.
One night after my mother went on a business trip, I suddenly coughed louder and louder. As a result, my father was awakened. He got up quickly and touched my forehead. "ah! It's too hot. I have a high fever! " Dad said anxiously. So my father quickly put on his coat, grabbed his wallet, bent down and ran to the hospital behind my back. Along the way, my head hung on my father's back, and I only heard his shortness of breath and the whine when he struggled. My cough got worse, and my father comforted me and said, "Dragon, don't be afraid, I will be hospitalized soon." After the doctor diagnosed, he learned that I had a high fever and caused acute pneumonia. Fortunately, it was sent to the hospital in time, otherwise there was a danger of shock.
That night, I was lying in the hospital bed, and my father sat beside me, taking care of me in every possible way, feeding me water and wiping my sweat, and I was very busy. Casual glance, I found that my father's face seems to be a little more worried. After a while, glittering and translucent sweat slipped from his forehead. Although it is late at night, my father doesn't feel tired at all.
When I woke up in the morning, I heard the voice of text messages coming from my father's mobile phone. I picked up the phone and turned it on. At that moment, I was shocked: because all the messages in my inbox were sent by relatives and friends and my mother who was away on business, almost all of them asked me how I was, whether I was good or not ... I looked at it with tears in my eyes and felt extremely happy.
"Knock-knock-knock-",someone knocked at the door. "Is anyone there? Is the rumble there? I am your aunt. " "Aunt, come in!" I'll answer right away. As soon as the door opened, I saw my aunt carrying an incubator to deliver food to me. Eating hot meals makes me feel a little warmer.
After careful care by my family, my illness finally recovered. But when I think of everything that everyone has done for me, a warm current flows all over my body.
The taste of illness is happy and warm, because in this process, everyone loves me!
In life, you will taste all kinds of flavors, some are sour, some are sweet, some are bitter, some are spicy ... and the taste of illness is both bitter and sweet.
"Lele, your temperature has reached 39℃, you must have an injection!" Mom said anxiously. "Mom, I don't want to get sick or get an injection!" I lay in bed, struggling feebly. But my mother's life was hard to break, and finally I followed her to the hospital.
As soon as I entered the hospital gate, I smelled a pungent smell of medicine. At this time, many scenes of injection as a child came to mind: although I cried and didn't want to have an injection, my cruel nurse aunt gave me an injection ... I couldn't help shuddering at the thought.
"Lele, why don't you come in?" Mother urged. I went in and sat in the chair. Aunt nurse came over with a smile: "Don't be afraid, children, it doesn't hurt at all!" " "I thought: How can it not hurt? While chatting with me, the nurse painted me with alcohol to relax me, but I was still tight all over. The needle suddenly went into my muscle, and I cried desperately in pain, holding my mother's arm with my hand. ...
When I got home after the injection, I was like a soldier who had just returned from the battlefield, enjoying the care that was completely unexpected to me: my aunt, uncle, aunt … all came and brought me a lot of delicious food and fun; My mother is also gentler than before. Not only did she not scold me, but she also told me stories. My father, who has never allowed me to watch TV, allowed me to watch TV at this time; My sister, who used to be stingy, also lent me PSP!
Wow! I'm so happy! I don't even want to recover!
The taste of being sick is really bitter and sweet!
The Taste of Illness Composition 500 words 6 When I finished school yesterday, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. My feet have been shaking and my head hurts badly. I think what happened to me? I feel sick all over!
Put away my schoolbag when I got home, and I told my mother the symptoms. Hearing this, my mother first touched my forehead, immediately put me in bed, and then took a thermometer to take my temperature. I see my temperature is 38 degrees. I feel terrible. I have a high fever again. Do you want to have dinner? After a while, my mother made me a bowl of chopped green onion noodles, but I had no appetite and only took a few bites. My mother put up an antipyretic patch for me and drank a bottle of oral liquid to let me sleep. When I woke up, it was past nine o'clock in the evening, and my mother took my temperature again. When I saw it was over 39 degrees, I felt very uneasy. Mother thought the quilt was too thin, so she brought me a very thick quilt to make me sweat before going back to sleep. The quilt was too thick to cover me. I stretched out my hand to get some air, but I felt it was too cold, so I quickly shrank back. In this way, I wandered between dreams and waking up five times. I remember going to the bathroom at midnight. When you stand up, you feel unstable and dizzy, just like turning around 200 times. My mother took my temperature again this morning, and it was still over 39 degrees. Dad came back from the night shift and asked me, "Are you going to school today?" ? I was about to say I wanted to go when my mother said, "Forget it". Dad agreed, so he asked Mr. Wang for sick leave. At this time, I felt sick again and had to give up the idea of going to school. After a while, I suddenly vomited, but I felt dizzy. My mother decided to take me to the hospital. The doctor said that this cold is a bit difficult to cure, and it can't be cured in one day. As soon as I listen, what should I do? Where are today's notes? What about today's homework? How about correcting today's homework?
Hey.-It's hard to be sick today.
I'm not very sick, but sometimes I really want to be sick, because then I can stay at home and sleep. I don't have to go to school or do my homework. How cozy it is! But once, I changed my mind.
I was sick because I tried to be cool when I was doing my homework the night before, and I was so hot that I only wore a shirt. As a result, the next day in class, the whole person was in a daze and confused. After four classes, I'm sure my efficiency is 40% lower than usual.
When I got home at noon, I listlessly leaned back on the sofa. My mother came to touch my head, it was really hot, so she told me to lie down quickly: "Don't have classes in the afternoon." I should have been happy when I heard this, but I was not happy. I just hope my illness can be relieved as soon as possible.
After taking a nap at noon, I still feel unbearable pain. I feel sick to my head, stomach and body. It's hot to cover the quilt, but cold to lift it. I want to vomit, but I can't. That kind of discomfort is really hard to express in words!
It's too easy to get my mother off work, and bought me some boxes of medicine by the way. I quickly picked up the medicine to eat, but I didn't expect it to taste so bad. I swallowed several mouthfuls and spit it out violently. Mom wanted to grind it into powder, so I held my nose and drank it. Knowing that this medicine had been ill for two days, my mother had to take me to the hospital for an injection.
We came to the injection room, and the nurse aunt smiled and picked up the cotton wool to disinfect me. Suddenly I felt a little cold and my muscles were tense. The nurse aunt took out two or three inches of needles to hit again, and I immediately felt my muscles swell and ache. I grinned and tears fell down. The next day I refused intramuscular injection, so the nurse aunt had to give me an intravenous drip. Although this needle is not very painful, I still don't want my aunt to stab it wrong, because I don't want to get a second blow. Time passed by, and more than two hours later, the nurse aunt came to pull out the needle. She pulled the needle back. "Hey-yo!" "I couldn't help shouting in my mind," What the hell? ! Pulling a needle hurts more than pricking it! "
The taste of being sick is really uncomfortable, and I still have a lingering fear when I think about it. Not only physical pain, but also a lot of homework. I don't want to get sick again.
The taste of illness composition 500 words 8 that night, quietly shrouded in darkness. I felt dizzy and cold, as if I had been thrown into a cold world.
My head is getting dizzy, as if the whole world is following me. The whole head seems to be filled with paste, groggy and miserable.
Recalling the night before, I came home from the training class, leisurely watching TV and eating snacks, and my life was simply comfortable!
Look now, this is heaven and hell!
Holding back dizziness, I made a few packs of medicine, and it seems that it didn't have any effect.
The scene in front of me seemed to blend in, and I didn't know who had touched it, so I closed my eyes in a daze.
I always feel cold sweat on my head in the middle of the night, so it is difficult to lift my arm to touch it. Forget it. Forget it. Forget it. I closed my eyes again.
It didn't take me long to get up at once. I didn't even wear shoes and rushed to the toilet. Alas! I really ate too much the night before! But it's no use regretting at this time.
Just, got up and went into the room and slept all night.
The next morning, when I was awakened by my parents, it was very late. But I'm still dizzy and my legs and feet are sore. Alas! It's really hard! I have no idea of getting up at all.
Alas, I got up to see a doctor. After all this, my spirit has improved, but my body is still soft and I can't let it work.
Yes, compared with "heaven" and "hell", naturally no one will like hell. It's hard to feel sick. I am really satisfied with my present life!
I kept sneezing, and the tissues around me piled up like a hill. "I had an injection to reduce the fever. Why is my temperature still so high? " Mother touched my hot forehead and talked to herself.
That day, when I took the thermometer out of my mouth, I was shocked. It was 38 degrees. My mother urged me to go to the hospital. I secretly pleased: haha, I can finally rest at home.
Just arrived at the hospital, a pungent smell came out to meet us. I couldn't accept its "enthusiasm" and ran away, covering my nose.
Zhou Chenlu!' A doctor called my name loudly. After the doctor's diagnosis and treatment, the doctor wrote a page of "Crazy Grass" in the medical record book. I think I can go home and sleep in. But my mother dragged me into the infusion room as fast as flying. The beautiful nurse aunt generously gave me two bags of salt water. Oh, my God! When should I hang this? I lost more than half of my happiness.
At first, I was a little patient. Lovely patience is always limited. Over time, patience will flow away like running water. I'm getting bored. Every time I look up, I feel that the salt water has not decreased. After a while, the elder sister sitting opposite me hung up with salt water. After a while, my eldest brother sat next to me with an empty saline bag. I looked up at my saline bag-there was still more than half of it. I wonder: why does salt water flow so fast in their place, but it doesn't move like ice when it comes to me?
From 7 am to noon 12 am, the hospital became my "second hometown" and bitter medicine became my "essential snack" ...
It's really hard to feel sick!
When I was studying calligraphy on Friday, I suddenly felt a pain in my stomach. This is a very strange pain, sometimes not.
I used to drink boiled water or soak in afternoon tea, but it's no use drinking boiled water this time, and it's no use going to the clinic to prescribe medicine. My stomach still hurts. When I got home, my mother saw that I had been hunched over and felt uncomfortable, and sent me to the hospital overnight.
When doing B-ultrasound, the doctor's aunt squeezed something cold on something that looked like a stick, and then used that stick to make me feel cold. I'm afraid that I'm seriously ill. Fortunately, my aunt said, "It doesn't matter, just an intravenous drip." My heart just calmed down. Although my stomach still hurts, I haven't said anything for fear that my mother will worry about me.
Later, we went for a skin test. I don't like that kind of steamed bread the most, but the careless nurse actually misread my medicine, which made my hand swollen with two bags and wasted a lot of time. The small bag on my hand really hurts. Coupled with stomach pain, the whole body shrank into a ball.
After 20 minutes, the small bag in my hand finally subsided and I can have an intravenous drip. At first, the medicine couldn't drip, but then I almost pulled out the needle and hit it again. Fortunately, another nurse aunt found that the tube of the infusion bag was twisted and adjusted it quickly. Fortunately, it was just a false alarm, otherwise I would have to have another injection.
The nurse aunt told me that this potion must be dripped slowly. Mother adjusted the elastic valve of the infusion needle to the minimum and held me in the chair. This needle is really slow. It will take more than four hours. We didn't go home until almost 5 am, and my mother and I were exhausted.
Alas! The feeling of being sick is really unbearable, and it also makes my mother exhausted. I really hope I will never get sick again!
500 words 1 1 My good friend is ill. I saw his uncomfortable appearance and remembered when he was desperately sick as a child. But since I got sick, I don't know what it's like to be sick.
I remember my brother was ill, and I asked my father to play with me, but my father seemed to be possessed and wandered around my brother, and my mother also went to buy medicine. My mother never soaks her feet. I watched my mother go far away, knowing that I was sick enough to send troops to settle it.
When it was time for dinner, my mother actually bought her favorite food. Brother Pepper Chicken immediately wolfed down his food, and his mother kept giving it to his brother to eat more. You are ill, you need to mend your body. There was a big wave in my heart, and my boat capsized. The whole family is running for my brother, who has exceeded his fucking rights. I was directly ignored. At this moment, I decided that I would get sick, too.
After I took a shower, I watered myself with cold water. My mother won't let me eat anything. ...
Finally I got sick, and my mother went as soon as she saw it. My father was asked by me to buy roast chicken, and my grandparents stood by. Lying in bed feels lazy, but at the thought of harassment, my mouth keeps dripping. Haha, great, there is roast chicken to eat.
It's time to eat again, and my stomach has been making trouble, as if the food in my stomach is fighting. Help, I have a stomachache. My father drove me to the hospital at once.
After the injection, after a while, my stomach finally stopped hurting. My mother helped me buy my favorite roast duck. My mother washed it last time because I had a dull pain in my stomach, so I couldn't taste it at all
I understand now that getting sick is not fun, it will only increase the burden on this family.
The taste of illness composition 500 words 12 I have been in poor health since I was a child and often catch a cold. Whenever I get sick, I go to the hospital for an injection. I remember once, it took me 20 stitches to recover, so my hands were full of pinholes. Therefore, I am very afraid of injections.
Once, I caught a cold for some reason and needed an injection again. I'm afraid in my heart, so I always deliberately hold it back, giving people an expression of nausea. My mother found something wrong and asked me, "Is there something wrong with you?" I quickly said, "No, I'm fine!" But just after I finished speaking, I felt my nose was sour, and then I started sniffling. Mother immediately understood and said angrily, "Tell me if you have a cold. If you keep hiding it, won't it be more serious? " So, I was sent to the hospital by my mother.
When I came to the hospital, a smell of medicine came to my nose. When I came to pediatrics, the doctor gave me a few injections. I am very upset because there are children crying everywhere. When I arrived at the infusion room, the nurses inside were busy. Although people call them "angels in white", I don't like them at all. It's my turn The nurse who gave me the injection looked very gentle. I reached out to her obediently. At the moment the needle went in, I covered my eyes with my other hand in fear. The nurse quickly thrust the needle into my hand. My hand hurts very much. I can't wait to pull it out, but I try not to touch it.
It's 1 1 o after the injection. General weakness, empty stomach, very uncomfortable. After the doctor pulled out the needle, I felt dizzy and my mouth smelled of medicine. Every time I finish the injection, I feel weak and want to vomit.
Being sick is terrible.
On a snowy morning, when I saw other children wearing down jackets and gloves playing in the snow, making snowmen and having a snowball fight happily, I had to stay at home. There's nothing I can do. Who told God it wasn't fair? When I didn't catch a cold, I caught a cold at this time! But it doesn't matter. A little cold. Can you help me? I must find a way to sneak out!
"Cao Yu, come and drink medicine!" Just then, a voice came from my mother's mouth. Ah! I don't want to drink that bitter and ugly medicine! I can't help shouting bad luck in my heart, but I can't help it. Who told me that my mother was on the same level as the ancient emperor at home? I was stupefied wearing a lot of clothes, and my face was covered with several big "reluctance"! I slowly picked up the cup, hesitating whether to drink it or not, and finally decided at the last minute. I suddenly picked up the cup, covered my nose with one hand, and swallowed the medicine in the cup, looking like I was going to die in the sand. Ah! Great! I looked at the bottom of the medicine in the cup and almost jumped three feet, but I didn't, because I knew I was still drinking medicine! After drinking, I said to my mother, "Mom, I went back to my room to do my homework!" " "But when I got back to my room, I wasn't doing my homework, but I was thinking about how to sneak out.
I sat on the bed, staring at the alarm clock. After about ten minutes, I opened the door and looked out. Very good. My mother is in the kitchen and my father is sleeping. I stood on tiptoe, trying not to make a sound. Slowly, I slipped out and immediately ran to find my friends and play with them. I am having a swell time. I had to say goodbye to my friends one by one and then sneak back to my little room.
Sure enough, my cold got worse as soon as I came back. Hey! Being sick is terrible!
I was very naughty when I was a child. I remember once, my grandfather was ill and we went back to visit him. I saw my grandfather lying in bed, watching TV and eating, while my grandmother was still taking care of him politely. I envy: I am so ill that I will get such high treatment! A good idea suddenly occurred to me.
When I got home, I turned on all the electric fans and air conditioners. My mother quickly closed them and said, "No matter how hot it is, you can't blow like this. You will catch a cold. " Dad said, "Turn on the electric fan, but turn it down." So I turned on the electric fan and stood in front of it. The wind is blowing. It's really cool.
In the evening, I opened the quilt, and my mother came to cover me and left. I had to wait for my mother to leave before secretly uncovering the quilt. I woke up in the middle of the night shivering with cold. But I gritted my teeth and persisted.
It turned out that when I saw my grandfather was sick, I thought: If I am sick, can't I be like my grandfather? I can eat in bed, watch TV, do what I want, and take care of my parents. How happy I am!
Early in the morning, I was really sick. Although hard, I am still secretly happy. But my mother quickly took me to the hospital for an injection and made me cry. I thought it would be good to go home, but I didn't expect to take medicine as soon as I got home. After taking the medicine, my mother gave me what I loved, and I couldn't eat another bite. At noon, when I was about to eat meat, my mother stopped me: "You are sick, you can't eat meat, there is oil." I panicked when I heard it. I can't eat this or that. That won't starve me to death.
It's really hard to feel sick. I'll never be smart again.
The taste of illness composition 500 words 15 Now the weather is getting colder and colder, and even the air smells cool. Now is the peak of influenza, and it is also the time when the virus is rampant. Many students in our class are sick, and of course I am no exception. This illness made me deeply feel how uncomfortable it is to be sick! I felt dizzy on Friday. I always feel that I am "walking on clouds" in class, and I can't listen to anything the teacher says. I always go in one ear and out the other. Sputum rustled in my throat and my cough almost became sad music. My voice has changed, hoarse as a duck's voice. My forehead is a little hot and I have no appetite to eat anything. Because of illness, I gave up my favorite "Golden Crab Claw" and "Magician". Finally, I went home from school for a while and slept until after eleven o'clock in the evening. I didn't even eat dinner, so I couldn't sleep after eleven o'clock. As a result, the family was excited all night.
At three o'clock in the morning on Sunday, my parents accompanied me to the hospital. At first, the nurse put the thermometer in my mouth. There was a time when it was really uncomfortable to have something cold under your tongue. Fortunately, after only three minutes, the nurse saw that my resistance was so poor that she put on a mask for me. This mask makes me breathe hard. Then I went to draw blood, which gave me the creeps. I closed my eyes, and the biting pain flowed on my arm. Then the doctor asked me to have a skin test. I stared at my hand intently and saw a needle-like silver object plunge into my arm, and then a bag bulged on my arm. Twenty minutes later, I'll hang up the needle. I hung up the phone for two hours, wasting my precious time.
It tastes bad to be sick!