Write a 50-word essay when you are sick

1. Write an essay with the title "When I'm Sick"

When I'm Sick

I remember a few days ago, I was sick.

I clearly remember that day, I came back from school in the afternoon,

suddenly felt weak all over,

lying on the sofa. Seeing me

My mother was frightened. She quickly found a thermometer and took my temperature. Ah, I had a high fever. My mother said anxiously, and she immediately

He found some medicine and fed it to me. He asked me how I felt and if I wanted to go to the hospital. He helped me get into bed and covered me with a quilt. Sometimes he would touch my forehead, and then he would feed me some water. In the middle of the night, I suddenly felt like vomiting. My mother hurriedly brought the trash can and cleaned up the vomit for me.

Feed me water for a while,

Change the ice pack for me later.

Just like that, I fell asleep under my mother's careful care.

When I woke up in the morning,

I saw my mother’s eyes were bloodshot. It looked like she had not slept all night and was guarding me. I was very touched

Move, but also feel very sorry, I really want to say to my mother:

"You have worked hard, thank you."

Students, maybe in your eyes, this is just It’s a small thing, but in my heart, this is selfless love!

Thank you

,

Teacher

!

Teacher Li

,

She is a knowledgeable teacher in our school. She has a pair of big, round eyes, which seem to be able to penetrate our hearts with one glance

. There is a pair of eloquent mouth under the high bridge of the nose. During class,

she spoke vividly and

we listened with interest.

However,

When someone did not listen to her lecture,

Teacher Li immediately took out a piece of chalk from the chalk box and pointed it at that person

Anyone who refuses to listen will fly away, and the teacher will not start the class again until he wakes up.

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I am a very timid person who does not actively speak in class. Whenever this happens, you are always kind and kind.

Say:

"You should speak actively in class. It doesn't matter if you say something wrong.

As long as you dare to speak, you are good."

At this time, your eyes show What came out were encouraging eyes, which made me feel warm in my heart.

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Your care and care for us is not only shown in our studies, but also everywhere in our lives. Once,

I accidentally fell.

My clothes were soaked.

Teacher Li came over and saw that I was dripping wet. , so he quickly helped me

dry the water on his body and said to me:

"Be careful when walking next time and don't run"

.

Every word makes me feel the teacher’s love

As warm as a loving mother.

Teacher, thank you! You are like a candle, burning yourself and illuminating others; you are like a spring silkworm, dedicating yourself and decorating others; you are like chalk, sacrificing yourself and leaving knowledge; you are more like A navigation light guides us forward in the ocean of knowledge

. .

Thank you, dear Teacher Li 2. Composition "When I'm Sick"

When I'm Sick

A few days ago, I had a fever , even though he was very weak, he still insisted on going to school. When I came to school, I was in even more pain as a male ninja. My mind was in chaos, and the nerves in my brain seemed to be colliding with each other. My whole body was numb, and I felt like I was going to fall down with every step I took. I could only lie on the table, feeling so uncomfortable that I wanted to cry, and there were always tears in my eyes.

During class, the subject teacher saw that I was feeling uncomfortable and asked me to lie down on the table to listen to the class. After class, my classmates gathered around my table, asked me if I was feeling better, and asked me to talk to them. Push your head to see if the fever has gone down. And tell me jokes and make me laugh.

During the third period, I really couldn’t hold on any longer. Teacher Wang said to me with concern: “Go home and have a good rest, and ask your parents to take you to the hospital. Recover your body!" I nodded, my nose was sour, and my heart felt like a five-flavor bottle, salty, sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, I don't know what it tastes like.

I packed the things on the desk and was about to get the kettle and coat. Unexpectedly, several classmates had already taken it for me. I took the kettle and clothes and looked at them gratefully. them. When I was about to walk out of the classroom, my classmates looked at me with sympathy, as if to say: "Have a good rest!" and waved to me gently. I tried my best not to cry, but the tears welled up in my heart. I walked out of the classroom with three steps and two steps at a time, and tears burst out of my eyes.

On the way home, the kind words of teachers and classmates seemed to still be echoing in my ears. Only then did I truly realize: how meaningful the warmth of the collective and the sincere friendship of my classmates are. of value! 3. When I'm Sick Composition

Everyone gets sick sometimes, of course you and I are no exception, but you may not realize clearly how much our parents will be after we get sick. So nervous, so distressed!

I know this very well, because I am an unsatisfactory child. I have been in poor health since I was a child, and I don’t pay attention to my body. So it can be said that 360 years a year For fifteen days, not a day went by without being troubled by illness. Every day I had a cold or a fever. For this reason, my parents were always worried about my health. They often reminded me that I must go to bed at noon, but I never listened. It's just a turn of events, but everything has consequences, so I got seriously ill and had to take a few days off to go home to recuperate.

As soon as I got home, my parents asked me how I was doing. In order not to worry my parents, I always answered with words that reassured my parents, such as "very good, everything is fine" and the like.

My parents knew clearly that this was just me comforting them, so they ignored my advice and took a few days off from their busy work to stay with me. They said it was to stay with me, but in fact They spend very little time with me. They all go out to buy medicine, and they always come back sweating profusely.

A few days later, my illness recovered. I returned to school and continued my campus life, but I still can’t forget the sight of my parents running around for me, looking for medical advice. I can't forget the scene where they were so busy and sweating for a naive child like me. I can't forget the eternal love our parents have for us. We can't forget the aching hearts of our parents. We can't forget their selflessness to us, asking for nothing in return. Parents to whom we say "I love you."

The ancients said: "Whoever says an inch of grass can repay three spring glows." Nowadays, "it is difficult to repay the kindness of parents with an inch of money." We can never repay our parents for their kindness. Now we can only be serious Study hard, study hard, and repay your parents with good grades. 4. I am sick, a 500-word essay

The feeling of being sick is really annoying. I had a great time during the last vacation, but there was a small episode that made me uncomfortable for a few days. That's when I'm sick.

It was just after the holiday, and I felt a little headache on the first day. My mother took my temperature and it was 38 degrees. My mother took me to the outpatient clinic. The doctor gave me an injection to reduce the fever. I hadn’t had an injection for a long time. The most I usually do is get vaccinations, so when it comes to vaccinations, it scares me to the point of being overwhelmed. With the doctor's comfort and my mother's coercion, I took an injection. Then I prescribed some medicine and took it on time when I got home. But the fever continued at night, and my mother put ice on my head. I just wanted to sleep.

The next morning, my mother was busy taking my temperature. It was basically normal, so she continued to give me medicine. But I started to have a fever at 6 p.m., reaching 38 degrees Celsius. My mother immediately sent me to the city hospital. It was still an emergency room, so I gave me an injection and prescribed some medicine. This time there were a lot of people during the injection, so I told myself not to cry. But the tears still fell, and I was laughed at by a kid younger than me. It was so embarrassing!

On the morning of the third day, my body temperature was basically normal. My mother took me to see a Chinese medicine doctor and told me to take some Chinese medicine to strengthen my condition. I usually don't take much time to take medicine, and I basically don't take the traditional Chinese medicine that I boil at home, so I don't feel good, but as long as I don't get injections, I can still take it. In the afternoon, I started to have a fever again, and it actually reached 40 degrees at night, getting higher day by day. In addition to taking a lot of medicine, my mother made me sleep on an ice pillow and put an ice towel on my head. I fell asleep in a daze.

On the morning of the fourth day, I was fine again and in good spirits. My mother said we couldn’t do this and that we needed to get an IV drip, otherwise there would be another problem at night. I was scared when I heard it. But my mother said that if I delay for a long time, I will become seriously ill. After hearing this, I went to the city hospital with my mother. This time it was terrible. First, I took a blood test and then a skin test. My skin was a little allergic because I used alcohol, so the doctor did it a second time for me. After the skin test was successful, I received an intravenous injection, and at the same time, I received an injection in my vagina. Oh my god, did I get too many injections today? The body temperature returns to normal at night.

My body temperature was very normal on the morning of the fifth day. I said I don’t need an intravenous drip. Mom said no, I have to consolidate it no matter what today. Well, I'm not afraid anymore anyway. Today's IV went relatively smoothly, and the doctor said that if there are no problems, I don't need to take the IV tomorrow. This is really good news. You know, this is the second drip since I was born. The first time was when I was six months old. Of course I don’t know anymore, I heard what my mother said, but I didn’t cry at that time. I was still laughing when I looked at the tube on my head. Now I'm scared.

This illness is a painful experience for me. I want to exercise. I want to stay away from getting sick.

Being dizzy and having a stomachache were things I could only dream of before, because I didn’t have to go to school because I was sick. And one day this summer, I got sick.

It was one morning, when I was about to call my mother out of habit, I found that my voice was hoarse. I touched my neck and found a big lump in the middle of my neck. I suddenly ran out of ideas, what should I do? Should I hide it from my mother or tell her? After all, my mother discovered it.

"Ah! Such a big bag!" When my mother saw the big bag on my neck, she screamed and quickly pushed my sleeping father to wake up.

When my father saw me in this situation, he couldn't help but panic. He no longer has his usual majesty, and his mother no longer has her usual tiger energy. When I saw my parents looking anxious, I couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"How about going to the hospital." Dad's words broke the tense atmosphere. "Okay, that's fine." Mom agreed quickly.

We drove to a hospital, registered and went to the specialist clinic.

"Ah..." I opened my mouth, and the doctor also held a flashlight and shined it in my mouth. "Common lymphadenitis." The doctor opened the case sheet and said, "By the way, let's do a blood test and a B-ultrasound."

We arrived at the laboratory registration office again. "***127 yuan." The toll collector's voice was very pleasant. I pulled the corner of my father's clothes and lowered my voice and said, "You can't hand it in, you can't hand it in!" At this time, my father seemed to be deaf and didn't hear anything.

After a while, the laboratory tests and B-ultrasound were completed, and the diagnosis was indeed "common lymphadenitis."

The doctor gave me a list of infusions that must be filled with various drugs, and told my father that he must follow the instructions above, otherwise the consequences would be serious.

When I left, I asked my dad: "How much is the test fee?"

Dad smiled at me and said, "28 yuan."

"Then B Is that all the money left?" Dad nodded.

"Why do you still have to pay such an expensive fee?" Dad said nothing and just walked to the car silently.

I looked at my father’s chapped lips and felt warm in my heart. I felt like I was the happiest person in the world. 5. Essay about my illness

Fortunately, I have the strength to sit at the computer desk and type, and I am very interested in learning to write essays on "Chinese Composition"; because before this morning I was still a A patient who has no strength to restrain a chicken. What's going on? Please listen to my nagging...

Yesterday was a day of hope, excitement, and joy. I got my "Primary School Students Quality Education Report" for the first semester of my third grade, and the results were good: Morality and Social studies, Chinese, mathematics, English, science, art, information technology and labor and technology are all "excellent", while others are "good". Mom and dad are quite satisfied with the test results. For this reason, I wanted to start having fun and have a good meal, but my stomach was "on strike" - my stomach hurt, I vomited after eating, I also had a slight fever, and I felt weak all over. I stayed up until about 6 o'clock in the evening. I couldn't bear it any longer, so I asked my parents to take me to the clinic.

When I arrived at the clinic, the doctor asked a few questions, which I answered feebly. Then he took my temperature - 37.9°C. The doctor said I had a slight fever. He looked at my throat again and the doctor said My throat was a little inflamed; in the end, the doctor said it would be better to take an injection, which would give quicker results. So I got an injection from the nurse aunt, and she gave me a hand warmer. After a while, I felt too tired and fell asleep without realizing it...

When I woke up, the needle had just been removed. At this time, I felt very hungry and wanted to eat. Mom and Dad, Mom and Dad told me to go home and cook noodles for me to eat. Because I really didn't have the strength, I asked my father to carry me home. Fortunately, the clinic was only a hundred or two hundred meters away from home, otherwise my father would be exhausted.

When I got home, I was half lying on the bed watching TV. The TV program was my usual favorite comedy program - Hunan Satellite TV, but at that time I was in no mood and had no interest. I really hoped that my illness would be cured soon. It’s gone. I don’t know how long it took, but my father blew the cooked noodles into my mouth. However, I felt nauseous and uncomfortable after just a few bites, and soon vomited them in the trash can. Later, my father gave me Korean noodles. The product, LiLiBeng, finally had some flavor. After eating most of the pack, I didn’t feel like I was going to vomit. Then I took off my clothes and went to bed.

I hope this is the last time I get sick. At least I won’t get sick again during the winter vacation. Let me have fun. 6. How to write an essay describing my illness

I am sick

It feels so uncomfortable - I couldn’t help but "hum" a few times while lying on the bed.

Alas, germs are everywhere during the Qingming Festival! With this thought in mind, I pulled up the quilt. After a while, big beads of sweat began to seep out from his forehead, and the temperature in the quilt was rising sharply. "It's hot!" He opened the quilt a little to let out some heat. But as soon as I opened it, I couldn't help but frown - the heat couldn't escape smoothly, and the hot air stirred up by the quilt made my head hurt. It felt like I was being pressed down by a thousand kilograms of weight. The head hit. I quickly covered myself with the quilt and tilted my head to the right. I didn’t want to, but it made me feel even more uncomfortable——

My head seemed to be filled with water. This tilt put all the weight on it. The pain on my right side was extremely painful, and it also made me extremely irritable. Sitting up from the bed, a wave of heat surged up from under my body, and I sat there panting.

With furrowed brows, I held my head in one hand and rubbed my cold feet under the quilt with the other hand.

Fever is "literally a world of ice and fire"!

When I lay down again, there seemed to be a tightness in my chest. No matter how much I stretched my neck under the covers, it just wouldn’t come out. It stayed there, like a demon “catching me.” Let go. In order to relax myself, I used the "baby sleep" method. After a while, my consciousness became blurred.

Unfortunately, this "devil" did not let me sleep peacefully. It was a nightmare, and I woke up again not long after I slept.

"Uh-" Why do I want to go to "convenience" at this time? I sat up, the cold was coming, and I shivered. If I just ran to the bathroom without my pajamas, would I freeze to death? My head hurts again. Oh, virus, I was "defeated" by you...

The next day, The headache still persisted, and I tried a mixture of "Qingkailing" and "Isatis Root" - it tasted weird.

On the third day, I was basically cured, but unfortunately I had diarrhea.

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In my mother’s words: “The Qingming Festival holiday is all spent getting sick. ” 7. Write that I was sick and my mother took care of me (about 60 words)

This time it really made me feel warm. Although it feels uncomfortable to be sick, my parents’ concern is sweet to my heart. .

On the first day of the Lunar New Year in 2013, I went to visit my grandparents. Unfortunately, my family was very worried and I was sent home immediately.

My father also bought me ice cream and fever-reducing medicine in the evening. From that day on, I couldn’t eat fruit, nor could I eat white rice. I could only eat porridge, stewed eggs and rotten noodles, and I ended up vomiting whatever I ate. Drink porridge. I had a high fever that night, and my parents sent me to the Children's Medical Center for treatment the next day. The doctor said it was tonsillitis, and I had to eat it every morning, noon, and night.

Being sick is very painful, and there are only three things I can do, which are to take medicine, rest and sleep. Every time I go to the hospital, I have to get a saline injection. I got a saline injection six times in one go, and there are six needle holes in my hands, 2 in my left hand. , 4 on the right hand. Now that my illness is cured, I am free again!

My parents are tired of running around because of my illness, but I am immersed in happiness. A 50-word essay on "Red Sickness"

The weather in July is always changing. It was sunny a few days ago, but it has been rainy these days.

No, it's the flu again. During the period when the virus was rampant, I unfortunately caught a cold. What a feeling~~~~~~ I dragged my exhausted body back home. My head seemed to be unruly, spinning around tightly. I hurriedly sat down On the ground, I had no strength at all. I crawled onto the bed and fell asleep.

At night, my mother came into the room and looked at me. She touched my head and was immediately frightened. I jumped, so he called me for an injection. I woke up in a daze. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor hurriedly prescribed medicine and asked me to go to the small pharmacy to wait. I heard that I would also need a small injection, ah! How embarrassing that was, but my mother's fate was inevitable, so I had no choice but to look out the window, only to feel the coldness in my body, an ice piercing into my muscles, and then the assigned antibodies entered my body to help me fight the battle. I breathed a long sigh of relief, completely losing my expression of confusion just now.

Then, I put on the sling bottle again, and I could only lie on the hospital bed and watch the time go by. When I was sick. , I can’t do this or that. In short, it’s very uncomfortable to be sick. It hurts to drink, eat, and talk. Only I know the feeling. At noon, I took a few bites of rice together, and my mother. Looking at me, he said kindly: "Eat more food, so that you can fight the flu." I picked up the chopsticks, lowered my head and thought for a while, and suddenly saw my mother staring at me closely. When I saw this I hurriedly said: "Mom, let's eat." Mom finally recovered.

From my mother's eyes, I saw a kind of selfless, peaceful and warm maternal love. *** My face has become thin due to work, and I really feel a sour feeling in my heart.

My mother has sacrificed so much for me and I must be strong. Being sick is not terrible. As long as you have the belief to win, you will definitely be able to defeat it~~~! ! . 9. A 50-word diary of my sick mother

I originally had a cold a few days ago, but I recovered and my mother got sick again. I thought my mother must have been infected by me. I saw her fever. I felt that it was all my fault for feeling uncomfortable. If I had not gotten sick, my mother would not have been infected by me.

After school in the afternoon, my mother wanted to go to the hospital for an injection. I begged to accompany my mother to the hospital. I told my mother: "You took good care of me when I was sick. Now that you are sick, it's time for you to go to the hospital." I'm here to take care of you. Besides, I passed the virus to you, and I will be responsible to the end." After arriving at the hospital, my mother was getting ready for the injection. I asked her, "Mom, the injection is very painful. Will you cry? I will wipe your tears." My mother smiled and said, "The injection is quite painful, but with my baby daughter here to accompany me, it won't hurt anymore." When I saw the nurse aunt pricking the needle into my mother's hand, I was so scared that I quickly covered my eyes with my hands. After a while, I looked at my mother through my fingers. Hey, it's strange. My mother's expression was quite normal. Yes, but why do I feel pain in my hand?

When I got home at night, my mother was lying on the bed. I sat next to her and thought to myself: Mom, please get better soon. I am very worried. By the way, let's get some fruit for my mother to eat, so I moved a chair and placed it next to my mother's bed, and put the washed strawberries on the chair for my mother to eat. My mother ate the fruit I gave her and said to me with a smile: "Baby, this is the sweetest strawberry my mother has ever eaten. You are really my little cotton-padded jacket." I lay on my mother's lap and said to her silently in my heart: "Mom, I love you."