long life

I used to take care of a patient, and then the ventilator was used to maintain life. One time during a ward round in the middle of the night, her nurse was drooling and slept. The nurse said sternly, there was a lot of phlegm, she was just lazy and waited for the accumulation of phlegm. Clean up together. I leaned over to look, the old man's eyes were wide open, his eyes were mixed with emotions, and his throat was whirring. The nurse woke up later and explained, while wiping the old man with some toilet paper.
Later I learned that the old man had been lying on this hospital bed for 3 years, and she was still lying there until I left.

So what will she think in the long blank time?
With our current medical situation, there is no way to give her a patient Mary Li, who considers it a challenging job, to take good care of her. Even though she was a university teacher before she fell, with her children in groups, but in the end, she didn't let her, and she could finally write a book. Her children were tired of her tenacious vitality. I even saw only one of her grandchildren visit in three months. Sometimes when I chat with the nurses, they say that this old man will often use his eyes and throat to complain that the nurses are neglecting her.
To be honest, in my early years, I had the idea of ​​such a waste of medical resources. In my opinion, if one day, I was paralyzed by locked-in syndrome and could not move in bed, then I might write early death and early death in my will. Supernatural words. For this reason, in my early medical career, my conversations with the patient's family members often pointedly and bluntly informed the difficult situation in the future. Occasionally, the eyes of the person who was sucked in the middle of the night flashed before my eyes, stubborn, dazed, and hissing in the throat seemed to express, but when we connected the pipeline, everything returned to calm, deathly calm.

Who would have thought that someone was towing a heavy diving bell beneath the sea-like drowning? I read the book in the early years, but I was not moved by the book written by this life, and gave up after turning two pages. The descriptions in the preface could not even move me.
Recently, I was troubled by insomnia. After I went home in a daze, I opened this film and watched this film. The dull mood spread and I quickly fell asleep. In my dream, I was like a diving bell.

The old man who was paralyzed in bed also had butterflies in his heart, but unfortunately, no one wanted to lean down and watch her eyes turn like a day for several years.

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