Dedicated to International Nurses' Day
This mountain is not Xiyue Huashan, with beautiful peaks and frosty leaves.
This mountain is not Lushan Mountain, a towering old tree and a summer resort.
This mountain is not Emei Mountain, occupying the "first sight" wonder, with dangerous gorge and gully.
So no tourists, no one pays attention to it, and no one praises its sunrise.
However, after all, someone found it and loved it deeply.
In the middle of the night when the fog is hazy and the shadow is narrowest, a delicate white figure leans weakly against the window of the nursing room again, standing there looking down, and a holy and gentle expression gradually emerges on her tired face. She seems to be thinking about something and receiving something.
At this time, her heart is integrated with the distant mountains and blue sky.
Under the gray sky, the sunrise on the nameless mountain opposite is so magnificent and charming.
When she saw that there was still chaos around her, only the hill woke up. There is a reddish cloud behind the roof, which slowly dyes the crown of the roof red. At this time, a slender red sun slowly pushed out from the edge of the dark blue hillside, only to see it gradually plump, still so soft and ruddy. A round of red sun, red sun and Xia Yun have no aggressive harsh light, but she makes you pleasing to the eye, holy and pious.
Ah, the sunrise on the nameless mountain is so natural and unrestrained, neither earth-shattering nor grandstanding. It is like an innocent girl, exquisite and elegant, walking her own way freely. It is not as dazzling as golden light, nor as intense as flame. However, it allows endless darkness to escape and illuminates the earth of the world. This is the sunrise of the Unknown Mountain.
In her mind, nursing is a sacred and noble profession, and it is also a profession with a heavy sense of responsibility. Whenever she works the night shift, she stays up all night. Sometimes she can take a nap after finishing her daily work, but she is particularly sensitive to the sound in the ward, especially when she meets dying patients, and she will visit them many times.
Speaking of "holding a treasure", this is a term among nurses, that is, the patient died on business. She's not afraid to die. She won't cover the patient with a sheet and leave the ward like some timid nurses. She will help the patient stretch, clean up the stains, close her open eyes, and then cover the white sheets. What she is afraid of is the eyes of the patient who is unwilling to beg for mercy when he is dying. She didn't dare to look them in the eye and felt guilty for not helping them get rid of death. Especially for young people, it is even more regrettable and sad, and I can't let go for a few days.
The sunrise on the nameless mountain is the early morning of my night shift, and I often have to stand in the distance. At that time, such a feeling of holiness rose in my heart. I think the nursing profession is like the sunrise of this nameless mountain, ordinary and sacred.
Flowing flowers like prose
Nurse Xiao Yi is on duty tonight. Although there are no critically ill patients in the ward, Xiao Yi always feels that something is wrong. Just now, when I was making rounds, I saw that most of the wards were visited by relatives, talking and laughing, which was very warm, but the east ward was silent.
There is a female patient named Guifen, who is just thirty years old and has leukemia. She has lived there for half a year. After blood transfusion, chemotherapy and other treatments, her bone marrow smear has been normal several times, and experts have followed up and said that her condition is stable and she can be discharged. But she still refused to get up in the hospital bed, and the shadow of death hung over her heart. Every night, she cried and insisted on beating Demerol. If we don't call her, she will cry all over the corridor. The doctor has stopped using Demerol and told her to get out of bed for exercise, but she won't listen. She cried every day that she was dying, and her husband got everything ready.
Xiao Yi's heart is worried about Guifen. Because the blood test was normal, the nurses turned a deaf ear to Guifen's cry and advised no one to pay attention to her. Her husband looks bored, too At first he came to accompany her, then he poked his head out and left. No wonder he has to worry about housework, children, patients and work. After a long time, no one can stand it.
Yi Ming Jr., Bai Guifen, suffers from "post-illness psychological syndrome". Although modern nursing has incorporated psychological care into nursing procedures, the intense and busy work takes up all the time of nurses and there is no time to patiently do psychological care. Besides, psychological nursing is an invisible job, and whether to do it or not will never be the standard to measure the quality of a nurse.
Sure enough, Guifen was shouting again, and the sharp and horrible voice hit the wall and hit Xiao Yi's heart.
Xiaoyi gently closed the door of the nursing room and walked into Guifen's ward with a heavy heart. She doesn't know if she can convince Guifen, but she must tell Guifen everything.
Guifen, you are well. Why are you still making such a fuss? Xiao Yi tried to speak softly.
I can't get well, I can't stand up, I'm dying! Guifen said gloomily.
Your bone marrow smear has been normal for a long time. You can't stand up because you have been lying for too long and your muscles have shrunk.
No, my leg hurts when I stand on the ground.
It will hurt. You have been lying for half a year. Xiao Yi lifted the sheet, touched Guifen's scrawny calf and said, Look, where are the muscles? Xiao Yi looked at Guifen, trying to say that you are a coward, but you feel uncomfortable, for fear that Guifen can't accept it. Suddenly, Xiao Yi took off the magnolia flower inserted in her chest and sniffed it with the tip of her nose. The sweet smell is refreshing. She held the orchid in front of Guifen and said, Smell it, how fragrant it is!
Looking at Guifen's confused eyes smelling the flowers, Xiao Yi was more than I could bear. Say excitedly, did you just lie in bed for a long time? Don't want to go out in the sun, go for a walk in the garden, go home, have children, and let your husband run around to wait on you every day? Does this day have a head? Did you have a good time? Why don't you stand up when you have two legs? People with broken legs and arms should exercise. I'll find you a pair of crutches tomorrow. Get out of bed! Hold back the pain, take one step today and two steps tomorrow, you will be fine, go home! Go home and live happily with your husband and children!
Xiao Yi is like a disobedient child, stern but affectionate. Her cheeks are flushed and her words are emotional. Guifen first looked at Xiao Yi stupefied, and then cried with Xiao Yi in her arms. Really? Really? Can I still go home? Can I still go home? That night, they talked about many intimate family topics like sisters.
The next day, Guifen really went to the field. Guifen went out of the ward and Guifen threw away her crutches. Xiao Yi secretly pleased. Whenever I work on the night shift, I will walk with Guifen, sit on the balcony and look at the bright starry sky and the lush garden downstairs.
Doctors and nurses found Guifen's face more and more rosy, and they all said that they could be discharged in a few days. Xiao Yi sipped his mouth and felt happy. She put on a fresh magnolia flower on her chest, and the fragrance was overflowing when she walked.
Postscript: Actually, this is my own feeling. I didn't do anything, just opened the door for the patient. So psychological care is a very important part. At present, domestic medical care is still a headache, and psychological care only stays in words. Even if there is a special psychologist, it is charged by the hour, which is expensive. How can ordinary people stand it? According to foreign statistics, about one third of the population will suffer from mental illness at some stage of their lives, and mental health has become a worldwide topic.
At that time, while I was busy with my work, I had to take another exam for nurse promotion. There is such a hidden rule in the medical field that when I become a nurse, I can't change to a doctor. Unless I suspend my job to go to medical school, I can only do a good job as a nurse. And when I was promoted, I got the first place in the exam than all the nurses in the hospital, and I did it. I even spread out my books while doing housework and recited ten rules to be remembered in basic medicine such as anatomy, physiology, pathology and microbiology. I want to thank my stone here. When I was still in Inner Mongolia, I needed medical books. He went to my cousin's house in Baotou and brought me some thick medical books and a dozen literary books, all of which are my favorites.
In this busy time, my interest in literature is like a drug addiction. I have subscribed to several literary magazines, and when I meet good articles, I still find time to read them all at once. Sometimes a flash of light flashes in my mind, and a draft flashes vaguely. I especially want to sit down and write them on paper, but I have no time. At that time, I could only sigh. If time is at my disposal, I will be the richest man in the world!
Later, Zhoushan Writers Association knew from somewhere that I was a member of Tangshan Writers Association and asked me for a manuscript. However, at their enthusiastic request, I picked up a pen and wrote several articles for publication in Zhoushan newspapers and periodicals, and then recruited me as a member of Zhoushan Writers Association.
Looking back, I feel like a top that has been whipped from time to time, turning and turning.