A composition describing the action of a nurse giving an injection to an old woman

1. There is an article that describes the injection process very well...

"Ah——"

"Ah!" With a sneeze, I The mucus from his nose "flowed down three thousand feet". I quickly wiped my nose with a piece of paper, because grandma found out and wanted to beat her again! Needle! Got it! But...even though my movements were so subtle, I still couldn't escape grandma's sharp eyes.

I was pushed and pulled out by my grandma. As the door closed, I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed and afraid. However, you still have to face it. So, I couldn't help but muster up the courage to follow my grandma in the direction of the hospital.

When I arrived at the hospital, I sat uneasily on the chair in the aisle. The strong smell of the medicine kept smelling my nose, which made the stone in my heart that was about to fall hang in the air again. Moreover, my grandma was not around, which made the fear in my heart even more powerful.

"Wang Linjing." Hearing this voice, I reluctantly walked towards the queue.

As soon as I walked there, an earth-shattering scream rang out in the corridor, and then, an overwhelming wave of crying came towards us continuously. . The only courage I had was suddenly smashed to pieces. I covered my ears to stop my legs from shaking.

My turn. I wanted to run away, but my grandma held my clothes and I couldn't escape.

I sat on the chair tremblingly, and saw the nurse skillfully rolling up my sleeves and applying alcohol on my arms. I said tremblingly: "Nurse...sister nurse... ...Easy...be gentle." As soon as I finished speaking, the nurse sister inserted the slender needle into my pulse, and a sound like a slaughtering pig filled the ward...

To this day, I still vividly remember the scene when I got the injection. 2. An essay about a nurse giving someone an injection for the first time

Everyone has their own ideal, and my ideal is to be a nurse.

Speaking of being a guardian, I have a little story. At that time, I had just entered kindergarten and almost got pneumonia from a cold.

At this time, I had to get an intravenous drip every morning and afternoon. The more I injected, the nurse aunt could no longer find a vein that could be injected. One injection, two injections, and three injections in a row were not completed. The pain made me cry loudly. At this time, the parents next to me were also anxious and didn't know what to do. The nurse aunt was also scared and quickly called the head nurse Adu. Auntie, the head nurse looked at my hands very calmly, and comforted me and told me not to be afraid.

At this time, I saw the head nurse aunt just gave me a gentle injection and it immediately healed. I stopped crying, and my parents finally breathed a sigh of relief. I was sitting on the seat taking the injection, and my mother was with me. At this time, my mother asked: "Do you want to be a nurse like the nurse aunt when you grow up?" I said: "Okay, I also want to ask the head nurse aunt It’s so great, one injection can reduce the patient’s pain.”

Since I wanted to become a nurse, I know that I have to work harder than others in order to be better than others. As the saying goes: "As long as you work hard, an iron rod can be ground into a needle." I believe that as long as I persist to the end, my ideal will be realized.

3. Write an essay on caring for the elderly

The old man selling sesame balls

"They are selling sesame balls, they are selling sesame balls..." It was this damn hawking sound that took me away again I woke up in my dream. Needless to say, it’s 5:30 now, half an hour before I should get up.

Somehow, just recently, a sesame dumpling seller came to our place. Old man, he starts selling at 5:30 every day, whether it is weekdays or weekends; whether it is sunny, windy or raining, he is unstoppable. Every day, he disturbs my sweet dreams. I should have been there on Saturday. I woke up at 1 o'clock in the morning and was woken up by him. I didn't dare to sleep, and I didn't want to think about it when I got up. I had to toss and turn in bed, wasting half an hour in vain, not to mention how uncomfortable I was. For this reason, I felt sorry for this sesame dumpling seller. I hated it so much that I felt headache and upset when I heard this hawking sound. I didn’t know how many times I scolded him viciously in my heart.

However, it wasn’t until one day that my opinion of this old man selling sesame balls suddenly changed. Changed.

It was a very sunny Sunday morning. As usual, I was awakened by the hateful hawking sound. I covered my head tightly with the quilt, not to mention how cruel this old man was. It's so rare to have such a day off, but it doesn't allow people to have a good sleep. It's really abominable! Suddenly, among the piercing cries, there came one after another the cry of the lark, which was clear, sweet, and melodious. My heart couldn't help but move. I couldn't sleep anyway, so why not go out and see the morning scenery? To see what kind of old man he was and what his craftsmanship was, I lifted up the quilt and put it on quickly.

I took some change and walked out of the house. Hey, it’s such a sunny day. The sky was blue and the sun was shining brightly, and my heart suddenly became cheerful. I followed the cries to look for the old man selling sesame balls, and from a distance I saw an old man surrounded by a large group of children. I thought to myself, no wonder I came here to sell sesame balls every day, and it turned out that the business was good. I hurriedly took a few steps, and when I got closer, I couldn't help but be a little surprised. I thought the man selling sesame balls was a dirty, dirty man covered in oil, but I didn't expect the old man in front of me. He was wearing an old military uniform that had been washed white, but he was neat and tidy, looking capable and energetic. I secretly had a good impression, handed over the change in my hand, and said, "Give me two." The old man took the money in one hand. , picked up a pair of chopsticks and a convenience bag with the other hand, picked out two sesame balls and put them in the bag and said gently: "Careful, take it." I took it, took out one, and took a bite. It was fragrant and crispy, with a great texture and taste. I couldn't help but fall in love with him and looked at him carefully: his weather-beaten face had wrinkles carved by the years, his body was strong, and his face was always full of love for children. With a amiable smile, no wonder the children gathered in a big circle, no wonder the children were so willing to eat, no wonder they came to hawk the food every day... I ate the sesame balls and walked back with great satisfaction...

Who knew that I had just left? After a few steps, I was stopped by the old man. My heart couldn't help but "thump". I thought, hadn't I just paid? Why, are you trying to blackmail me? The good impression I had just aroused towards him suddenly disappeared and disappeared. I turned around angrily and was about to have a seizure. Unexpectedly, the old man took out four and a half yuan from his pocket and handed it to me. He said to me apologetically: "Little classmate, I was busy just now and didn't have time to ask you for money. I'm really sorry." I was confused, and he hurriedly said: "You gave me five yuan." It suddenly dawned on me that because I was anxious, I didn't have time to ask you for money. Careful mistakenly took five yuan for five cents. Looking at the money handed over by the old man, I remembered the thoughts in my head. My face turned red and white. I didn't know what to do. When the old man saw me like this, he asked with concern: "Little classmate , What's wrong? "What's wrong? "I'm speechless. I really hate myself. How can I look at such an old man who works hard to support himself? I hurriedly stretched out the money that the old man handed over and said, "Nothing, I bought them all." The old man gave me all the remaining sesame balls and said, "Two more will be given for free." I didn't say anything. He refused to accept it, but the old man said with a smile: "This is a big loss sale, buy five and get one free." After saying that, he left without looking back...

Looking at the old man getting more and more. The farther back I saw him, the more I had incomparable respect for him, and I couldn’t help but sigh in my heart: the small businessmen I usually come into contact with

Vendors, they all pass off inferior goods as high quality goods, and pass off small goods as high quality goods, deceiving customers. How can there be any integrity between people? Today, this old man taught me a vivid lesson. Integrity is needed in the world, and integrity must be cherished! 4. Accompanying my grandma to take an injection, a 700-word composition

I took my temperature. The current temperature is thirty-six degrees one. My father said that I would need another injection to consolidate it, so I went down with my father. We were too It’s only nine o’clock in the morning, there are so many people, how can they lie down and get an injection?

I said to my father: "Let's get the injection here and then go home?" "Okay, but I'm not free today. Your mother has already gone to work. Let your grandparents take care of you. "Okay." Dad said, and called my grandfather. Not long after, my grandparents came and went upstairs with me. There was nothing to do. Let's go to sleep. I slept for less than an hour. After only finishing the first bottle, my grandpa was about to change my dressing. After changing the medicine, I continued the injection. I felt too depressed, so I asked my grandfather to turn on the TV. My grandma was waiting anxiously for me to finish the injection. He said, "Look, I told you to be obedient! You must have a cold!" I was speechless. Besides, I didn't want to talk when I was sick.

After these two long hours, my grandpa pulled out the needle for me. He was an old doctor and knew a lot about injections. After pulling out the needle for me, he pressed it for about three minutes before pulling it out. He took his hand off the back of my hand, saying he was afraid of bleeding from the pinhole.

I originally thought I didn’t need to fight anymore, but at night, my face turned red, my ears flushed, and my whole body felt hot. My parents said, “It seems that I will continue to fight tomorrow, and it won’t work without it.”

Okay, let’s continue playing tomorrow! 5. Help the old lady cross the road. There are action descriptions, language descriptions, and psychological descriptions.

Today is Sunday, the weather is fine and the sun is shining. My mother said she would take me to the street to buy shoes, so we Went downstairs happily.

Just as we were preparing to cross the road, I saw an old woman on crutches also preparing to cross the road. She was about seventy years old, her hair was all white, and her hands and feet were still crossing. Trembling, as if frightened by the crowded traffic, I hurried over and said to my grandma kindly: "Grandma, it's not safe for you to cross the road alone. Let's help you cross." Grandma was very happy to hear this, and immediately Agree.

After a while, my mother and I carefully sent the old grandma across the road. Grandma also sincerely said thank you to us.

Then, she asked: "Kid, you are so enthusiastic. Which school are you studying in?" I said: "I am a student in Class 102 of Erwan Primary School." The old lady said: "No wonder Erwan Primary School is civilized. Etiquette Demonstration Base, your students are so polite!" I said, "Grandma, please walk slowly, goodbye!" Through this incident, I deeply realized that bringing happiness to others is also my greatest happiness. 6. How to write an essay about not being afraid of injections

In the past, when I mentioned injections, I would always tremble. (But) Now, I'm not afraid at all. There is a little story in it! (The childish words express the child's inner feelings and pave the way for what follows.)

Once, I had a high fever. Grandma took me to the hospital. The nurse said she would give me a saline injection, but I refused to give it. Grandma frowned and said, "If you don't get the injection, then you can't watch TV, drink, have cold drinks, get out of bed and play, and you can't do anything." I didn't care about it and thought: What does it matter? It's better than injections, which hurt so much, and I don't want to! Despite (despite) my grandma’s repeated persuasion, (but) I remained indifferent and (in the end) simply ignored her. (Use dialogue to describe the mood and highlight the psychology at that time.)

(Just at) this time, a young mother came out of the door, holding a child who looked only five or six years old. little girl. The girl's round face is inlaid with a pair of big jewel-like eyes, and she has long hair. She is quite beautiful, but her face is red and red, and she looks really sick! (As soon as they entered the door,) the young mother (then) anxiously told the doctor about the little girl's condition.

The nurse immediately took the little girl's temperature and found that her condition was serious and she also needed to be given saline fluid. The nurse gently said to the little girl: "Are you afraid of the injection?" The little girl suddenly said with big eyes: "Not afraid!" At this time (saying), the little girl stretched out her arm to let the nurse aunt give the injection. The aunt hung up the salt water bottle and inserted the needle into the blood vessel on the back of the little girl's hand. The little girl didn't cry or fuss, and didn't even frown. People around her praised (praised): "This girl is so brave!" (This paragraph uses a childish but relaxed writing style to show the "little girl" who is not afraid of injections, and the description of her expression is more vivid. "Praise" It seems to be high, so it is more appropriate to change it to "praise")

Seeing this scene and hearing these words of praise (praise), I was very ashamed and thought: I am so old, but I still can't do it. The fear of injections is even worse than that of a five or six-year-old girl. The more I thought about it, the more ashamed I became. I stood up, stretched out my arms, and said loudly to the nurse: "Auntie, I want an injection too!" The nurse was stunned for a moment, and seemed to understand something again. She said to me kindly: "You Very brave too!" Grandma came over happily, patted my shoulder and said, "My granddaughter is also good!" The nurse picked up the needle and pricked it on the back of my hand. I didn't feel anything at all. It hurts. At this time, I smiled happily at the little girl. (Capture the action and expression to express your inner feelings.)

In fact, injections are not as scary as I thought! From now on, I am no longer afraid of injections. 7. Describe the actions of the old woman buying things (composition fragment)

With the bright rhythm of the music, the red velvet curtain rose. Colorful lights turned left and right on the stage, flickering on and off. An old woman over fifty appeared on the stage with ease. She was wearing an Indian silk gown, with a spring breeze on her face. She saw the old lady stretching out her left hand, raising it up and then lowering it, and then stretching out her right hand to do the same movement, with her feet constantly tapping the ground. One moment he made a posture of "facing Buddha's palm", and another moment he made a posture of "tortoise stretching its neck". It was so exciting! With one "invite" gesture, she actually invited four grandmothers out. They became one row for a while, and then they became two rows for a while. They danced the beautiful "eight-step dance" very well.

2. Look, some are blowing with their heads tilted, some are blowing with their faces raised, and some are jumping and chasing bubbles with a smile. The bubbles are floating like colorful balloons. Some of the soap bubbles blown out were like urchins in colorful clothes chasing and playing in the air, some three or four stuck together like whispering, and some were slowly falling in groups like airborne troops. Seeing that everyone was playing so well, I was not to be outdone, so I dipped my blowpipe in some soapy water and blew it gently. Sure enough, a small colored ball emerged from the mouth of the tube, getting bigger and bigger, spinning in circles around the mouth of the tube, and became a "big treasure gourd". I carefully blew the "big treasure gourd" on the table , and then blew two small bubbles on it, and it became a very similar "Mickey Mouse"!

3. Xiaoxiao can’t speak yet, so we bought him a bunch of balloons to hang in the house. The balloons kept fluttering, and he would scream "ah, ah" at the balloons, and he would scream from time to time. Kicking two thick calves. After a while, there was a "pop" sound and the balloon burst. Xiaoxiao was startled, leaned back, and fell on all fours. He kept yelling and looked very nervous, which showed that he was very frightened. Aunt Maomao quickly picked him up, and he was so frightened that he pooped on Aunt Maomao's pants.

4. It is too late to say it, but it will be soon. The athlete who fell to the ground stood up with his hands and feet. Put your left toe against the starting line, bend your knees, and squat firmly. His hands were like two wooden pillars inserted into the ground, and his whole body was leaning forward slightly, with a posture like an eagle taking off.

5. The young man ran well. He started sprinting and ran at a constant speed on the way. He gallops like a pony with his head held high: his strides are well-proportioned, his steps are compact, his pedaling is powerful, and his waist is relaxed - the whole movement appears graceful and elastic.

6. After the savage drank the wine and heard that he had been rescued, he felt refreshed and sat up immediately.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Friday heard him speak and saw his face, he immediately kissed him, hugged him, cried, laughed, and yelled; he twisted his hands and hit himself. His face and head were then singing loudly and dancing wildly, like a madman. He looked like that, anyone who looked at him would be moved to tears.

7. The aunt rolled up her sleeves and rolled up her trousers to her thighs. She moved slowly in the stream, lifted her left foot slightly, took a small step forward, and then dragged her right foot forward slowly, as if she was wearing a heavy shoe. She twisted her hat straight, bowed her back, lowered her head, squinted her eyes, and pretended to hold something with her hands. At this time, she stopped, stopped looking around, and stared at a place on the right. She suddenly plunged her hand into the water and held a small fish in her hand.

8. When the school held a spring sports meeting, our class was the audience. We were near the long jump competition venue, and I could carefully observe the process of the long jump. The competition started, and the long jump athletes wearing blue school uniforms lined up neatly to the long jump venue. After the roll call, the first team came to the long jump venue neatly. After the roll call, athlete No. 413 was the first to compete. He walked over calmly, kicked his legs, shook his arms, and bent his waist. I saw his eyes fixed on the location of the sand pit. For a moment, he raised his arms and strode forward, running faster and faster. When he ran to the jumping line, he kicked hard with his left foot, and his body soared into the air like a flying swallow. Get up and leap forward. Hearing a burst of warm applause from the audience, he won first place in the long jump competition.

9. He climbed out of the trench awkwardly, stood up unsteadily, raised his gun, and staggered a few steps. "Bang bang!" Enemy troops appeared just a dozen meters away! The surrounding comrades raised their guns and fired. He was in a daze for a long time. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he started shooting at the enemy troops crazily. However, not long after, a bullet came and pierced his forehead. He fell on the ground soaked in blood, and his fingers clenched into fists as if trying to catch the lost life... His arms gradually dropped, and his fingers gradually relaxed. He, and his comrades, died on the battlefield. Finally, I can sleep and rest in peace.

10. She saw another butterfly, so she ran over to it playfully. The butterfly was flying up and down. She stared at the butterfly intently. Finally, the butterfly stopped on a flower. She bowed her back and held it in her hands. Touching any gap, tiptoeing carefully, sweat dripping from her face, she tiptoed to the butterfly, bent down suddenly, and held the butterfly on the flower with both hands. Then she carefully exposed some of the seam of her hands and leaned her head against the seam to look. She accidentally let the butterflies fly out of her hands. She pouted her little mouth anxiously and angrily, and put her hands on her waist, but immediately she looked like a deer again. As if jumping to chase another target. 8. Composition: Injection Experience

[Composition: Injection Experience] Knowing that I was going to receive two injections, I took off my pants a little more, and the vagina on both sides was exposed a little. Composition: Injection Experience. She felt the nurse coming to her side and saying: Give her an injection on each side. The nurse asked: Hit that side first. I said: Whatever, it’s the same. The choice is yours. As I spoke, I felt a cool feeling coming from the right side of my vagina. I knew it was disinfection, so the next step was to prick the PP with a needle, but I still liked the feeling of disinfection, it was cool and comfortable. My body trembled and I received an injection on my right side. If you lie down and are disturbed, I'll give you more medicine and slow it down. The nurse said that while using a cotton swab to perform PP surgery on me, she started to push the medicine. It didn't hurt much at first and *** felt pretty good. But as the liquid in the syring entered my body little by little, the swelling and pain in my right vagina continued to increase. Why is it getting more and more painful? How much more is there, I thought to myself. Does it hurt? Just hold on, I'll be fine soon. It feels warm to hear the comfort, but the pain in my vagina has not eased at all, so I can't bear it. *** When I no longer felt swelling and pain but just pure pain, I pulled out the needle. I took a deep breath and thought I was done. Nurse: Press OK. I'll prepare the next injection.

After pressing the cotton swab, I turned around and saw the nurse throwing the cotton swab and syringe into a small bucket. She came to the previous place and took out the cotton swab and the syringe containing cephalosporins from the porcelain plate. Pull out the needle sheath to let out the air and walk towards me. I knew that the injection of ceftriaxone was more painful than the previous injection. Me: Wait a minute, press it for a while, by the way, when will I come tomorrow (I am afraid that the nurse will give the second injection right away, so I want to chat with her for a while and wait until the pain is not too painful) Nurse: These medicines are all Intramuscular injections are given twice a day. You can come tomorrow morning. We are currently available for consultation from 7 am to 7 pm. We will re-prescribe you tomorrow night based on your condition, so you will have to come twice tomorrow. Me: I need to refill the prescription. Nurse: You are very ill and you need injections for at least 3 days. The medicine you took was very painful and the dosage was large. Talk to the doctor about changing the infusion. Me: Let’s discuss the situation tomorrow night. Nurse: Okay, take the cotton swab away, that’s it. When it was time to hit the left side, I prepared as ordered, took the cotton swab away, and exposed the left vagina. There was a sharp pain in the left PP *** It was still a sharp pain, the pain did not increase and it was a constant pain. Me: Why wasn’t it disinfected? Nurse: Cephalosporins react with alcohol, and they are anti-inflammatory, so they are not disinfected. I still feel a little uncomfortable without sterilization, and the pain from the cephalosporin makes me even more uncomfortable. The injection just now was painful, but now it's radiating pain. The pain spreads from the needle hole to the periphery, and the pain is constantly balanced. When the needle was removed, I didn't dare to move my left vagina. This time it was a cotton swab that the nurse pressed for me. Maybe she knew my *** was in great pain and I didn’t dare to press it. After pressing for a while, the nurse couldn't see any more bleeding, so she packed up the things in the infusion room. When I was about to leave, the nurse reminded me: You must come on time for the injection tomorrow. Our clinic does not have an injection room. It is best to come early tomorrow. There will be few patients before 8 o'clock. I replied ok, sorry to trouble you. Just left the clinic.

I asked for leave from my work the next morning, thinking that I wouldn’t have to go to work and could get some sleep. It was already 9 o'clock when I woke up again, and I felt a little uncomfortable again, so I took a temperature of 38.2. I have no choice but to go to the clinic. After washing my face and getting dressed, I went straight to the small clinic. The clinic is not far from my home and I arrived at around 9:30. There have been many patients in the clinic for a few days, and several people in the infusion room have already hung up hanging bottles. There are still 5 patients in the clinic for further treatment. I saw that the nurses and doctors were very busy, and they were not from yesterday, so I had to wait a little longer. It was around 10 o'clock when the doctors and nurses were free and noticed me. Doctor: What's the matter? Me: I'm here for an injection. I saw a doctor last night. After asking my name, the nurse found my medical and diagnostic records, and asked about my basic information (yesterday’s symptoms, etc.). After checking, she said: Didn’t I ask you to come earlier? Come with me. Come again. In the dispensing room, the same scene happened again, with two 10 ml syringes ready. Me: Do you want to go to the infusion room for an injection? Nurse: It’s okay when there are few patients, but now the beds in the infusion room are occupied, so you can only get the injection here. Me: Here, how do you give it? Nurse: You can hold it against the dispensing table or against the wall. I took off my left pants and held the operating table with both hands, ready for the injection. Me: Take the anti-fever injection first, right? The cephalosporin shot on the left side yesterday will be replaced today. Nurse: Okay, let’s give the Bupleurum injection first. The nurse holds the syringe in her right hand, takes out a sterilizing cotton swab in her left hand, dips it in iodine, presses her pants down with her little finger, and then proceeds to sterilize. She turns around and takes a look. Wow! I wiped a big area. Isn’t the injection just for an eye? Before I could adjust, a pain piercing the skin brought me back to reality. My buttocks reflexively tensed up and I relaxed. Fortunately, it wasn’t very painful, just a little swollen. The feeling of swelling suddenly worsened. Just as I was about to scream, the nurse had already pulled out the needle and pressed the cotton swab against the eye of the needle. I pulled up my left trousers and changed them to the right ones. This was my first time taking a cephalosporin while standing, and my heart began to pound. Before I could rest for a while, the nurse came over with another syringe. I lowered my right trousers a little while the nurse disinfected the needle hole from yesterday. *** With a shudder, the needle was inserted. It hurt more than before. Maybe I felt that my muscles were tense, so the nurse tightened her grip and repeatedly warned me to relax, otherwise the medicine would not spread and the pain would be aggravated.

I also know how to relax, but it really hurts. How can I relax? As time went by, the injection site became sore, swollen and painful. When I looked back, I saw why there were still so many. It seemed like a century had passed. Suddenly I felt an increase in strength on my PP, a dull pain, and then the nurse quickly pulled out the needle. The needle came out and the cotton swab was pressed against the eye of the needle. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. The injection was finally completed. The center of gravity slowly moved to the right leg, but I didn't dare to exert force. Now the entire right PP is in a state of numbness. I carefully picked up my pants to avoid the eye of the needle. After packing up the injection equipment, the nurse turned to me and said: This injection is more painful. Please stay here for a while and take your time before leaving. Don’t forget to come to see a doctor in the evening. After staying for a while, I limped away with my hands in my hands. I really don’t know if I still have the courage to come to this clinic again. Senior year: Cute Fei