Cotton is actually called Jinhua. She and I are in the same school and different classes. Teacher Song, who teaches internal medicine nursing, put on glasses and looked at the seating chart in the class carefully. Then she moved her glasses under her nose and looked at Jinhua from above the lens: "Cotton, please answer this question." Everyone laughed and Jinhua was at a loss. In the stunned expression of everyone, she quickly answered the question. From then on, she was called cotton by her classmates.
When I first met her, my skin was very white, my students' heads were under bangs, and my eyes were watery. Her voice is like that of a lark, very beautiful. Her appearance, like a green cotton bud, is full of green before the cotton-throwing period. She is the monitor of the nursing class and I am an active member of the medical class. In this way, everyone knows each other and there is not much overlap.
That year, the winter was particularly cold, and the dead leaves hung on the tree with their last strength, but they were ruthlessly pulled down by the cold wind. Before the spring, I transferred from the countryside to the urban hospital and came to a strange place. There is an unwritten rule in the new unit that all new people in the hospital, whether transferred or newly assigned after graduation, must be cleaners for one year. I was assigned to internal medicine.
"Cleaner, is not cleaning? Just do it! " I picked up the mop and began to mop the floor.
Imagine that it was a calligraphy, scribbling on the aisle in the middle of the ward and starting to write a new life. A few minutes later, the head nurse of surgery came over and motioned for me to put down the mop and work in the supply room. That job is packaging and disinfection, washing syringes and washing medical instruments.
"Don't worry, there are more silent complaints than vocal ones." I hid my sadness and suppressed it, not wanting to say a word. I turned on the tap and let the running water take away my unhappiness. Carefully pull out the needles one by one, and brush them with a circle before washing a few. The head nurse of internal medicine came to me and said that the leader asked me to be an internal medicine nurse.
"I'm like a piece of meat on the chopping block. Chop it if you want. Whatever! This is not just a year, no matter what you do, you will bite your teeth. " I thought silently.
I followed the head nurse to the department office and felt a little unhappy.
"From now on, you are a nurse, taught by a teacher, with a one-month study period. I will go to work alone as soon as I finish studying, and the department is short of manpower. " The head nurse pointed to the cotton that bowed her head to sort out the doctor's advice. "She is your teaching teacher."
"Ah, it's cotton!" I was secretly happy and greeted her quietly. "Hello, teacher!" "
Unexpectedly, meeting cotton again after many years turned out to be such a scene.
"The cotton teacher is an excellent care worker with standardized operation and skilled technology. You can ask her any questions! " The nurse wants me to learn quickly and cover the shift alone.
"Doctors don't need their own professional skills, but now they have to learn nurses from scratch. It seems that the leader is ready to make me a generalist. " I didn't make any noise, just nodded, but my heart was very sad.
"I have heard about it, and I specialize in it. How can you transfer to a new unit? " I thought to myself, I lowered my head and put my carry-on bag in the cupboard.
"This hospital is strange. I am a doctor, but it is hard to understand that you have to learn from me as a nurse. " Cotton came over and comforted me softly.
"Nothing, I will learn from you and try to learn as soon as possible." I looked up and pretended to smile easily. "Cotton, from now on, you are my teacher."
"You have to be reasonable. Others have just come to the hospital, and it is an affirmation for you to do sanitation for one year and let you be a nurse. " Cotton continued to comfort, "You are very smart, and I believe you can work as a nurse soon."
"I will."
In this way, my friendship with cotton was intertwined and began to have a new starting point.
two
Cotton has a gentle personality. At work, she did all the work conscientiously and patiently communicated with patients. "The bottom of the flower is slippery" is a description of her voice, like the voice of an warbler, flowing down from the leaves of hibiscus flowers. It is not only eye-catching and beautiful, but also soft, like the sweet spring in hot summer, cool and nourishing the heart.
On the first day of registration, I became familiar with the situation of the department. I officially went to work the next day and followed Cotton to the ward to watch her do venipuncture.
"Grandpa, I'll give you an injection." Cotton greeted his uncle with a smile. "Have you had breakfast?"
"good! Your injection technique is the lightest and it doesn't hurt at all. I like it! " Grandpa leaned down and looked at us with satisfaction under a silver line. "I just ate, and you brought an apprentice again?"
"Her name is Ronaldinho, not a novice, because she has just transferred to our hospital, so I will take her to familiarize herself with the situation." Cotton dare not say that I am a doctor and nurse, for fear that patients will not trust me.
"Oh, then get familiar with it as soon as possible! Nurses who study cotton have a good attitude, light skills and patience. " Grandpa said to me.
Cotton is first tied to uncle's wrist with a pressure belt, held in his left hand and rubbed on the back of his hand with his right hand.
"Your hands are cold and your blood vessels are not obvious. Let me rub them. " Cotton said, "Don't catch cold. Put on more clothes when you are sick. "
The voice of cotton is very light and elegant, soft enough to comfort people, warm like spring, and white as cotton spit out by cotton buds in summer.
"I am always afraid of cold after getting sick, and my hands and feet are cold." Grandpa was not so nervous and answered with a smile.
"Burning Jiang Shui to soak your feet at night can drive away cold and strengthen yang." Cotton guides daily health care. "But you can't soak your feet too deep. When you are old, just soak your ankles. If you have a heart attack, you must never soak. "
After a pause, cotton quickly and accurately tied the vein, glued the tape, and put uncle's hand into the quilt.
"Big ye, try not to touch! If you move the needle, you have to stick it again. " I pushed the treatment car, cotton went to the door of the ward and asked back.
"Okay, I won't move. Your needle doesn't hurt at all. Thank you. " Grandpa was lying in the hospital bed, and his smile warmed the whole ward.
After some treatment, the next step is nursing. Next door to the office is the intensive care unit. Two grandmothers have high blood pressure and stroke. How old are they? Both of them were unconscious, snoring like thunder and sleeping soundly. Nurses should turn over and pat their backs regularly every day. Cotton and I walked to the ward. Bed 23 near the door, they showed me how to turn over and pat my back. First, they rub their arms to delay atrophy, then they push people from their shoulders to the left and fix them with air cushions.
"Turn over regularly, once every two hours, turn right next time, and lie flat next time to prevent bedsores." Cotton said to me.
"It's not enough to turn your back, but also turn your hips and lower limbs sideways." Cotton said to me as he helped her turn around and go downstairs.
At this moment, grandma in bed 24 by the window suddenly quieted down, and the breath she inhaled didn't come out.
"Get the sputum suction tube!" Cotton gently put down the grandmother of bed 23, exclaimed at me and walked back to bed 24.
"There is a treatment car! Fortunately, I observed. " I know, just hand it to her.
Take cotton out of the old lady's mouth, put the sputum suction tube in her throat, squat down, put the other end in her mouth, take a hard breath and spit it out. I watched her suck the old lady's phlegm into her mouth and spit it out. I was shocked.
I can't hear snoring, and the old lady isn't breathing! When I came to my senses, I quickly pinched someone and pinched the achilles tendon.
The old lady frowned, her mouth twitched and her throat purred. With a splash, the cotton sucked out a thick yellow sputum and spit it into the spittoon. Looking at the panting old lady, she also breathed a sigh of relief. Go back to the office, notify the doctor to have a look, rinse your mouth and vomit yourself.
"Just turn over in the ward, the old lady suddenly choked by phlegm. I didn't have time to call the doctor or push the sputum suction machine at the door, so I had to suck it with my mouth. Fortunately, you are a doctor, stimulating her to wake up. " Cotton vomited and said to me with tears.
"Teacher, you immediately suck sputum for her, dredge the airway, and win the key time for recovery. I just started. "
"You don't call me a teacher, or cotton! This is more intimate. "
"hmm." I look at cotton, and my heart is more admired and warm.
Delicate nurses, little girls as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, have achieved everything that ordinary people can't imagine in this ordinary job. When cotton sucks phlegm and spits it out, it is obvious that angels with wings come to the world to drive away diseases, dispel pain and win back time.
She patiently and meticulously explained various nursing techniques to me. Although I can do it in theory, I have no practical experience. I study this major seriously, and the difference is not far. If you don't do something yourself, you've never learned it. Taking medicine, injections, daily care, all these things, cotton in order to teach well as soon as possible, let me do it myself.
three
Cotton's love is like spring rain, moistening things silently. "Shake the pen and frost, push the true mood." When I started writing about her, my eyes were wet. Love has become a habit in her heart, which can touch others, but she has no idea about it.
One afternoon, there was a child in the outpatient treatment room, and the blood vessels were not obvious. He had several stitches, but none of them succeeded. He asked Cotton to help him, so I went with him.
Before I got to the outpatient building, I heard the crying of the child tearing my heart out. I took a closer look. A five-or six-year-old child, with tearful eyes and frightened eyes, saw our arrival, suppressed his crying, sobbed and hid behind the adults and buried his head under his mother's ass.
"Come on, son, don't be afraid, let aunt see what's wrong with you?" Cotton reached out and pulled the little boy out.
"The needle hurts, I'm afraid!" The child shouted loudly.
"Don't be afraid, let me have a look. Aunt will gently tie it for you later, and it won't hurt at all. After tying it, let's go to the park, shall we? " Cotton gently rubbed his little hand and encouraged the child.
The child's yellow hair, like threshed ears of rice, is unkempt and caked; Dirty little face, cheekbones showing two crimson; The chapped lines on the face are like the cracks of apples; Clear eyes, more trust, staring at us quietly; Wear wet-edged cloth shoes barefoot under thin clothes and trousers; Small hands are swollen with cold like carrots. You can tell from this that they are the children of brick factory workers. Their working environment is smoky and they live in poverty.
It may be a cotton hand, and the temperature is transferred to the child's hand; It may also be the smile of cotton, which melts the indifference in winter, makes the child stop crying and exposes the blood vessels. Cotton gently tied him and fixed him.
"You see, painless, isn't it? Stop crying. " Cotton coaxed the child and said to his mother, "Come tomorrow morning and I'll give him something to eat."
When I went to work the next day, Cotton's little body carried a big snakeskin bag and brought a big bag of things to the outpatient infusion room and gave it to the child's mother.
"Here are all children's clothes. Most of them are old, better and wearable. There are only two new sets. I bought it for my son. Give it to him. " Cotton said to the child's mother: "There is no heating in the south, the weather is wet and cold, and the child's resistance is poor. We should dress him. Look at his runny nose, it's frozen. "
The child's mother held cotton's hand with tears in her eyes and kept saying, "Thank you, thank you!" " "
The temperature in the outpatient infusion room suddenly rose a lot, and there was a warmth on my face; Children who have just put on thick cotton-padded clothes, like revived spring seedlings, stretch their branches and can hear the notes of growth.
four
Cotton loves reading very much and always reads widely in his spare time. Her learning attitude influenced me and changed my life track.
Night shift, the workload is a little less, and the two of us practice writing on waste paper. Her handwriting is like her own style, soft, delicate and delicate, and every word lies on the right, as if she would never wake up. However, my handwriting is contrary to my own image. Five big and three thick, it looks like Taekwondo vertically, but it looks like Tai Ji Chuan. The two of us groped about how to write the words well.
Occasionally, when we are free, we will sit around the opposite side of the barbecue. Cotton's big eyes, like a lighthouse on the sea, have a light that penetrates the darkness. Sometimes they look at the stove, sometimes they look at me, and I speak softly.
"You are very good, your grades in school are very good, and your theory is solid. I have long known that you are excellent in the original unit. " She held my hand. "Look at your hand. They are very smart and have strong hands-on ability. "
"Don't say that. I just want to learn nursing as soon as possible. "
"You should learn it soon, don't worry." She looked at me. "The stubbornness and melancholy in your eyes make me feel unhappy. I'm worried! ! "
I looked down and was silent.
"You may feel wronged now, but looking back in the future, being a nurse will enrich your life experience." Cotton said: "We should adjust our mentality and be happy!" " Happiness is more important than anything. No one can take away your happiness as long as you agree! "
"Well, I will."
Soft words touched the most vulnerable place in my heart and flooded my eyes.
"I'm taking the self-study exam for a college diploma. You have to take it!" Cotton looked at me with encouraging eyes. "We are from the countryside. At the beginning, when we were in middle school, it was also considered as' jumping the dragon gate'. Today, our diploma is low, and we have no conditions to study full-time. We can only take the test ourselves. "
"I heard that there is no western medicine clinic in the self-study exam, only Chinese medicine. It's too difficult to take an interdisciplinary exam. I'm afraid not. "
"You are smart, you can do it! Take the self-study exam and enrich yourself. " Cotton encourages me.
When I went to work the next day, she brought me a self-study exam guide.
"In a few days, when I go to enter oneself for an examination, you also want to enter oneself for an examination. After the exam, I will take you to buy books and materials. Twice a year, you can take up to four subjects at a time. You can choose the easier test first, and then it is more difficult. " Cotton said, "You are sure to pass the exam. If you haven't passed the exam, you can make up the exam in the second half of the year. "
I looked through the self-study guide, nodded and responded gratefully. In such an environment, I was lucky to meet the guidance of my mentor and friend, and chose reading to enrich myself, occupying all my free time and soothing my lost soul.
In twenty days, cotton taught me to finish my nursing studies and start working alone. In twenty days, I have a more thorough understanding and admiration for soil protection; In these twenty days, I also finished the self-study exam and began to try new fields. After that, he passed every cross-disciplinary examination and won the honor of "testing God" during that time. From western medicine to Chinese medicine, this perfect combination of Chinese and western medicine is a miracle that cotton encourages me to create.
"Ten thousand volumes of poetry are hidden in the heart, and the years will never be defeated." When the years flowed away from her without trace, cotton precipitated a unique temperament and charming elegance. Thousands of poems in my heart exude fragrance from gestures.
Now, my retirement with her is getting closer and closer, but in the deep memory, we will never forget that winter. Cotton, my teacher, warms the patient's heart with her enthusiasm and eliminates fear; When I was down and out, with silent love, I quietly walked out of the cold winter of that year and went to glory.