Prose accompanying parents to see a doctor

20 17 February 16 (Thursday) At 5: 30 in the morning, before dawn, I got up to wash and get ready to take the Baoshan 952B bus at 6: 38. When I left home, it was bright and the sky was orange red. It was a sunny day and I was in a good mood. I thought I could push my mother to see a doctor, and I felt very practical. Passing Baoshan Tangtuan Store, I saw a pack of jiaozi, and bought two boxes of minced meat and one sesame seed 10. Mom and Dad like eating jiaozi very much.

Take the bus before the morning rush hour, the road is clear, get off at Chengdu North Road, and there is just 933 Road, get off at Jianguo Middle Road, and walk all the way to my parents' home on Sinan Road. It's only 7: 03. Pushing the door in, my mother saw me coming and said, it's so early, my daughter has worked hard! I smiled and said, yes, my daughter's responsibility.

The trolley can be put in the living room. Dad exercises in the hall early. I asked my father how he was doing. He said that last night, your brother was going to help me register online. I said I had to make an appointment with an expert clinic. Dad suddenly said: chest tightness, shortness of breath, feet can't move. I didn't go to the exam. I died suddenly. You don't know what I've got! Look serious.

I'm surprised how dad can have such amazing words. After seeing his look again, I immediately decided to accompany him to Ruijin Hospital in the afternoon. Dad said, let your brother or younger brother accompany you. I said they all go to work and have no time. I'll watch it with you first. Dad reluctantly agreed.

So, I immediately called my brother. Brother said that he would register online soon. I said I'd watch it with dad first. Brother said it's okay.

At eight o'clock in the morning, I pushed my wheelchair and accompanied my mother to Xiangshan Hospital for acupuncture treatment of urinary incontinence. Today is the fourth time. In order to treat my mother, for more than two years, I accompanied her to seven major hospitals, all of which had no effect. This accidental opportunity, through the introduction of others, said that acupuncture therapy may be effective, Xiangshan Hospital took urinary incontinence as a research topic and achieved good results.

Today is the second registration. I hung up the number three times, but there were not many people. I registered at the clinic and went upstairs by cart. Soon, I put my mother in bed, and Wang Feng, director of the acupuncture department, gave her a needle. The room is warm and harmonious. I asked my mother how she felt, and she said nothing special. Mom was a little worried, so she couldn't help asking Director Wang, how many times can she do it? He said it varies from person to person. I added: Mom, you are an old problem. If you recover slowly and prepare yourself psychologically for a long time, you will be fine in half a year. My mother calmed down after listening to my words. Director Wang is a kind-hearted doctor, in his forties, with curly hair and a pair of glasses. He is of medium height, thin and wearing a pair of cloth shoes.

At the moment, the clinic is crowded with elderly people, who are slow to move, some are gaunt and some have dry hair. There is an old man in his eighties with a painful expression on his face. He staggered to the consulting room, panting. He is the man whom I saw when I came to acupuncture the day before yesterday. On the edge, an old lady in a red coat waiting for a doctor asked with concern, "Old man, don't you come to see a doctor without your family?" ? The old man said with a wry smile: the old woman died the year before last, and one son and one daughter were abroad ... The old woman couldn't help asking, don't you ask someone for help? The old man replied: Not that he was not invited. He shook his head helplessly and closed his eyes slightly. The old man's coat is khaki with a little stain on it. Mao Mao has worn this pair of thick dark gray trousers for many years.

In the corridor, a long row of armchairs are all elderly people, only on the top of the stairs, there is a little more space, and there are several wheelchairs. This is the normal scene of Xiangshan Hospital.

An hour and a half later, my mother's acupuncture and physiotherapy was over. Get dressed, put on shoes, help my mother get into a wheelchair and push the cart home. It's only now 10am 10am. After helping her sit down, I told my dad to register at Ruijin Hospital immediately. Dad said, you have a rest. I said, hurry up. After registration, I will accompany you to see a doctor after lunch. I couldn't help but rush to the outpatient hall of Ruijin Hospital.

It is no exaggeration to describe the registration situation in the lobby with a sea of people. Fortunately, the hospital is well managed and uses guardrails to maintain order. Although there are many people, they are also orderly. I can only hang up the general clinic for my father, and there are 82 people in the respiratory department displayed on the screen. God, how long does it take 82 people to see a doctor? Looking at the endocrinology department, it is even more overcrowded, with 328 registered people. This is the current situation of medical treatment in domestic top three hospitals. Although there are many people waiting in line to register, there are also many windows, and it will soon be the turn to register. When I counted that number, I made up my mind. I followed the crowd to the fifth floor. I think I'd better take another look and estimate how long it usually takes a doctor to see a patient. At any time in the afternoon, I will accompany my father to see a doctor so as not to wait too long. I asked the nurse at the nurse's desk and was told that there were 75 people in front and two doctors saw the doctor during lunch break. I know the basic situation.

Back to my parents' home, the lunch for helping the elderly in Guangming Village has just arrived, and my parents are waiting for me to have lunch. I told them about the registration, and my father's mood suddenly improved. After lunch, I chatted with my parents. They were so happy that they couldn't help talking about many past events. ...

At one o'clock in the afternoon, I will help my father to the hospital. I didn't expect him to point to a wheelchair and ask me to take it. I paused and quickly said, ok! Pushing my dad into a wheelchair for the first time was a bit special. At the elevator entrance, my father told me to sit outside the door. I'll talk about this later. In the yard of the community, I put my dad in a wheelchair so that he can walk faster. At first, he may be embarrassed and refuse. What does it matter if I'm in a wheelchair? It's normal to be too old to walk. Dad is sitting on it. Fortunately, I have the strength to push my father on the way to the hospital.

In the afternoon 1 30, the number of people in the outpatient hall is much less than that in the morning. Pushing a wheelchair, take the elevator to the waiting area of respiratory department in area A on the fifth floor. After asking, there are four people in front of dad. It's time to see a doctor. After sitting for a quarter of an hour, I saw my father's name on the screen. I helped my father into room 5 12. A woman doctor in her forties asked me about her illness very neatly. I have been around her repeatedly, feeling chest tightness, lack of strength to walk, high blood pressure, taking antihypertensive drugs all the year round, and have not done any examinations such as filming. The doctor asked dad to open the thick sweater and listen to his chest and lungs first, saying that there was no noise. He made an appointment to take a CT film and said, I can't prescribe medicine without examination. I thought that was the reason. Thank the doctor, push the wheelchair, wait in the elevator, go to the third floor, pay first, and then make an appointment for CT. Soon, every two days, that is, February 18 (Saturday), at 4: 30 pm, I made an appointment to take CT and other inspection items.

Pushing a wheelchair, I went home. At this time, my father's mood improved and a smile appeared on his face. I contacted my brother by phone, and he said that he would accompany his father to have a CT examination on Saturday. Dad is very happy. In the evening, I telephoned my younger brother, informed him about my parents' situation, and took time to see my parents at the weekend. My brother talks a lot. He said that he had just returned from a business trip.

Lying in bed at night, I can't help thinking of everything I saw in the hospital during the day. Maybe the old people are so close to me, or maybe their faces are full of helplessness and even pity. I feel that the elderly are really vulnerable groups. There are many changes both physically and psychologically. As children, we should care about these subtle changes and try our best to make the elderly live with dignity. Because they were young, they did their best for everyone and their families. Today's them are tomorrow's us.

I can't help but think that during the day, gardeners are pruning the branches of tall French phoenix trees on both sides of Sinan Road, cutting off many branches and checking the branches, waiting for new branches and buds to come out in spring. Nature has four seasons, and each season comes and goes. Who will care for the old age of life? The oasis of life is no longer full of sadness, sadness and excitement. For our children, we just want to be filial in the present, moisten our parents' hearts bit by bit, and let the green in our hearts stay in their parents' hearts forever.