Infusion components

Infusion is a necessary treatment for diseases and fever. The following is my composition about infusion. Welcome to read!

Components of infusion 1 There is a white fluorescent lamp hanging on the ceiling; Doctors wear white medical coats; Hands with sterile rubber gloves are slightly raised. Ah, everything is white! I seem to be in a white world. The pungent smell of disinfectant in pediatrics makes people feel scared and shudder one after another involuntarily.

When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor examined me and announced, "I need an infusion." Hearing the word "infusion", I suddenly felt that the needle tip seemed to be stuck in my heart. I immediately threw myself into my mother's arms and trembled and said, "I don't want infusion!" " Mom said, "No! Do you want to catch a cold all the time? Keep coughing, my lungs are broken! Listen to the doctor, ok! " I got a big cold shiver and couldn't help but "plop" in my heart: I'm afraid the sparrow fell into the chimney this time-it's alive and hairless! I can't help but sigh: "hey, I can only resign myself to fate!" "

When I came to the infusion area, my heart seemed to have a deer jumping happily! My heart is like fifteen buckets-seven up and eight down. After a while, the nurse called my name and motioned for me to have an infusion! I walked nervously to the window. The nurse asked me to sit in a chair and put out my left hand. I held out my hand trembling. She took out a rubber band and tied it tightly on my wrist. I suddenly felt burning pain. Then she wiped the back of my hand with a cotton ball and I felt cold. The nurse raised the infusion set, and the silver needle seemed to say proudly, "Haha, you will know my power later!" " "

I was scared away and my hair stood on end. Cold sweat broke out in the palm of my right hand. Sweat fell like a broken pearl, and I couldn't help shouting "Oh, it hurts-"and everyone around me laughed out loud. I turned to look, but there was no needle yet! I'm ashamed to find a hole in the ground. But before I could get through, the silver needle had got into the back of my hand like a bug. I gritted my teeth tightly for fear that my strange voice would cause others' jokes again. Ah, I finally got in, and the big stone in my heart fell to the ground. Great, I finally got through it.

Unexpectedly, the nurse said, "Hey, why don't you get the blood back?" Looks like we need to poke it again "Hearing this, I can't wait to shout: God, stab me to death! In this way, I was stabbed again. Fortunately, this time, the nurse breathed a sigh of relief: "Well, that's all. "I looked at the infusion bottle, and the blue potion was dripping into my blood vessels. ...

I don't know how long it took, but penicillin stopped. My blood flowed back down the tube. I quickly asked my mother to call a nurse. And in my heart, I can't help but think of all kinds of unpredictable tragedies in fear. The nurse went to show her disdain and changed me a bottle of penicillin. "After hanging up, the blood will go back."

Yellow stars are hanging in the sky; Pedestrians wear beautiful clothes of various colors; Slightly raised hands with cute cartoon gloves. Ah, everything is in color! I seem to be in a colorful world. The night market on Beimen Road exudes the festive and auspicious atmosphere of the New Year, which makes people feel happy and involuntarily blooms one smile after another.

My ears hurt when I got up early this morning. It's only 2 o'clock. I tried to put myself to sleep, closed my eyes and tried to control my pain until 8 o'clock.

As soon as I got up, I said to my mother, "Mom, my ears hurt and I have no strength." "Eat breakfast quickly and go to see a doctor."

I went to the hospital and said to my mother, "I don't give injections, I don't give injections." You have to tell the doctor for me. I can take any bitter medicine. "

We came to the otolaryngology department, and my mother showed me first because she knew the doctor. My uncle wiped the sterilized cotton with a microscope or something and stuffed it in my ear. I can still hear the wind in my ear. Uncle took out that thing, thought for a moment and decided, "It's otitis media." Ah ~ Otitis media is coming again, the second time. Uncle went on to say, "I need an intravenous drip, otherwise it will affect the eardrum." "Of course I refused, saying," If you are deaf, you will be deaf. What's the big deal? Anyway, I just don't fight! "

My mother didn't seem to hear me, so she helped me to pour the medicine down. I just refused to go to the infusion room after I prepared the medicine. My mother called my father and asked him to persuade me, so I agreed to play.

The doctor's aunt melted the medicine in the bottle, then tied a rubber belt and applied disinfectant to me. I closed my eyes and when I opened them, they were already in the meat. I said, "It's quick and painless." I chose a seat and sat down quietly.

Unconsciously, I slept and dreamed that I was the best person in the world.

I didn't know I was at home until I woke up. Originally, I hung up the phone and my mother helped me carry it to the car and went home.

I went to the hospital for infusion today.

I heard crying as soon as I entered the gate. When I walked to the back corridor, I saw a cry of "Oh". It turned out that some children felt that the injection was very painful, so they burst into tears there. "Hu", with the cry of the nurse aunt, I sat down in the chair. The nurse was busy preparing seriously, but I was waiting there leisurely. Soon, the nurse was ready, but I was not afraid at all, because I knew that as long as I was not nervous, I would not feel psychological pressure and pain. The nurse began to look for blood vessels and disinfect them. ...

The needle is activated. The nurse picked up a thin needle, aimed it at the blood vessel she had just found, and gently plunged it in. I didn't feel pain, so I didn't say a word. I told my mother that there was only a little pain, and I could bear it like a mosquito bite.

We will encounter many difficulties in our life, and often feel the pressure and think it is extremely powerful. Imagination is not true, don't give yourself pressure, you can overcome your own difficulties!

This morning, the sun was shining. It was really a sunny day. However, I am not happy, because my mother has a cold, and I want to accompany her to the hospital for intravenous drip.

When we arrived at the hospital, the nurse aunt prepared medicine for her mother. I saw her pull open the infusion tube and insert it into the medicine bottle. With a flick of her finger, she took out a tourniquet and tied it tightly to her mother's arm. After disinfection, she was about to start inserting needles.

My heart began to get nervous and my palms sweated. I saw my mother frown, her eyes narrowed into a line, and she looked scared.

The needle was fixed and the nurse took us into the observation room. Watching a drop of liquid flow into my mother's body, her eyebrows gradually stretched and my heart calmed down.

Mom fell asleep. I said softly, "Mom, you have worked hard. Have a good sleep! " " .

My tonsils are inflamed. Alas, I have to go to the hospital for intravenous drip every day. You see, my mother and I came to the infusion room hand in hand.

We waited for the infusion in the infusion room as usual. I found that there are many nurse interns now. An intern nurse is preparing to give an infusion to a little brother. She tied a rubber band around his wrist, patted the back of his hand, looked at it, painted it with iodine and alcohol, looked at it again, patted it again, and didn't know how to give an injection. The little brother was so scared that he burst into tears. His mother said, "If you are good, aunt will hit you gently. If you are good, just say,' Aunt, give it a tap.' "A needle, ah, a little bit off, she hurriedly pushed the needle out of her little brother's hand, trying to stick the needle into the vein, but there was still no way, so she pulled out the needle and let the little brother hold it in one hand. My little brother cried out of breath. His mother stroked her little brother's head, and her eyes were filled with tears of distress. I bowed my head in pain.

Oh, my name is called. I looked up and was also an intern nurse. I dodged quietly. At this time, I saw an aunt nurse, so I asked, "Aunt, will you give me an injection?" Aunt nodded, skillfully tied the rubber band on my wrist, disinfected it carefully, picked up the needle, hey, hit the nail on the head!

I walked to my seat happily, but my little brother was there. I think I must invent a pair of glasses. As soon as the nurse puts it on, she can see the position of the vein clearly, and even the intern nurse can "hit the nail on the head", which will alleviate the pain of many patients, so that my little brother will not be so pitiful and my mother will not be so heartbroken!