Chapter 14 cold

I remember I hadn't had a cold for decades.Lao Huang can at least testify for more than ten years, because since Lao Huang knew Amy, he has never seen Amy have a cold. Our unit provides free cold vaccinations to employees every year. I took it last year, and I also popularized relevant knowledge to my family: this vaccination can prevent the three most serious colds-any one, there is a risk of death. May die.The handsome male nurse who gave me the injection (I don’t know if it’s a nurse, maybe it’s another job title), had a bad cold and high fever when I was a child, and almost died, so this kind of vaccination is a must.

This year, our unit is calling for this kind of vaccination again, and that handsome male nurse came again, so I did it again. A few days later, our unit called for H1N1 vaccination again, and the handsome male nurse came again, so I took another H1N1 vaccination. I ended up with a cold, which was really confusing. At the end of last year, a lot of guests came to the house, we hurriedly bought some beds and mattresses, filled every room, including the room that was given away, and finally did not paste people on the wall with glue. During that time, I had cold symptoms, and I often felt that my throat was on fire. I couldn't sleep well at night, I couldn't breathe well, and I slept with humming.But after taking a little cold medicine and drinking a lot of water, the symptoms disappeared.

After the beginning of this year, all the guests at home left, and I went back to work. I fell ill after two days of work. I still had a sore throat, but this time I also had a headache, fever, cough, and runny nose.I was afraid that my colleagues would feel sick when they heard my coughing and blowing my nose, so I stayed at home and went to work remotely.Because my work is mainly to analyze data, which is done on the computer instead of sitting in the office. Staying at home, the illness has not recovered.I don’t want to go to the doctor, because in the United States, an appointment is required to see a doctor, and sometimes the appointment can be made up to a month later, and I heard that American doctors usually wait for the illness to heal on its own when encountering a minor illness such as a cold, and tell the patient to drink plenty of water. Rest more, wait a week and it will be fine.So I stayed at home and waited for the cold to recover.

Since my mother caught a cold, the brothers and sisters have been very good.My brother probably still remembers the last time my mother was "ill".At that time, my mother had just given birth to a younger sister, and she was confinement at home, often lying on the bed, sweating profusely, which was very scary. It was the first time that my younger sister saw her mother sick.My mother has always been lively, but now she is sickly lying on the bed, and the family members often tell her: "Don't disturb mom, mom is sick and needs to rest. Come, let me play with you." So the brothers and sisters knew that the matter was serious, and they didn't dare to disturb their mother. They always found other people to play, but they would go to see their mother from time to time.Visiting activities are often initiated by the elder brother. After playing for a while, the elder brother put down the toy in his hand as if thinking of something, and said, "I'm going to visit my mother."

Then the elder brother went to the mother's room, and the younger sister quickly followed when she saw the elder brother going upstairs. My brother is very good at going up stairs now, as long as he pulls the handrail a little, he can go up to the second floor quickly.But it is too difficult for my younger sister to go up the stairs. She lies on the ground first, and struggles to move a small fat leg to the upper level of stairs. She twists and turns for a long time, and sometimes needs the help of her grandma to go up the first level of stairs. , and it was lying on the stairs, and it might roll down the stairs if it moved.

Grandma always followed her sister every step of the way. When she saw her lying on the narrow stairs, she was frightened and warned repeatedly: "Sister, don't move. If you move, you will roll downstairs. Wait for grandma to save you!" Grandma rescued her younger sister and carried her upstairs, but the younger sister was still dancing her legs and wanted to be self-reliant.Grandma said: "Sister, you are still young and can't climb stairs. Grandma will carry you up. Otherwise, when you climb upstairs, brother has already seen mother and is about to go downstairs again."

The younger sister is a smart person. When she heard the word "brother", she stopped being stubborn and asked grandma to carry her upstairs.But on the second floor, the younger sister resolutely refused to let grandma help any more. She pouted her buttocks and twisted her waist, and asked grandma to put her down. , she crawled much faster than walking, and with a few swishes, she crawled into the mother's bedroom. When I arrived at my mother's bedroom, my younger sister saw that my brother was already standing beside her bed. She was anxious to use her fat little hands to grab the bed skirt, the bed sheet, or her brother's trouser legs. She tried her best to stand up. Grandma had to Reach out and help my sister.

The younger sister stood by the bed, although objectively she could not be "side by side" with her brother, but she felt that she was very "side by side". Often only in exchange for a condescending glance from my brother. Even in a coma, my mother could feel the brothers and sisters coming, so she opened her eyes and saw the two little guys standing beside the bed together.Mom was so moved: "Baby, why are you two standing here? Are you afraid that Mommy will die? Mommy won't die. Mommy just took medicine and wants to sleep. Mommy will get better after a few days of sleep. Don't Stand here, be careful that your mother infects you with a cold. Go and play, okay?"

The elder brother felt relieved when he saw that his mother was not dead and could still talk. He said "bye bye mother" and ran back to play again.The younger sister panicked like something, sometimes said "Mom" and sometimes said "Bye", and ran out with her brother. When she ran in a hurry, she always fell to the ground, so she changed to crawling. Because my mother was ill, my brother learned to speak "cricket talk", that is, to speak in a low voice like a whisper, so as not to wake up my mother.When my brother speaks "cricket talk", he always shrugs his shoulders and shrinks his neck, as if this can keep the volume to a minimum.

The elder brother ran up to his father, shrugged his shoulders, shrunk his neck, and asked "cricket", "Dad, why is mother sick?" Dad also shrugged his shoulders, shrunk his neck, and said confidentially: "Mom has a cold." "Why did mom catch a cold?" "Mom refused to put on more clothes, and caught a cold." The elder brother frowned and asked, "Why doesn't mom want to wear clothes?" "She loves beauty, it doesn't look good if she wears too much." My brother, like all men in the world, does not understand women's self-destructive love of beauty, boasting of himself and saying: "I wear more."

"That's right, you're smart, you don't wear too little, so you don't catch a cold." After a while, my brother asked grandma again in a "cricket" manner: "Grandma, is mom always sick?" Grandma's version is a bit different, saying that Mom was infected by bacteria. The elder brother immediately concluded, "Mom doesn't wash her hands." Grandma always told the siblings to wash their hands before and after meals, telling them that there were bacteria on their hands. If they didn't wash their hands, they would eat the bacteria on their hands and eat them into their mouths, and then worms would grow in their stomachs.So as soon as my brother heard the word "bacteria", he deduced the conclusion that my mother didn't wash her hands. In order to consolidate the concept of "washing hands before meals and after going to the toilet", grandma didn't refute my brother's conclusion, but just said along the way: "Well, mom doesn't wash her hands, so the bacteria ran into mom's belly, and mom caught a cold." My brother immediately asked to wash his hands, and grandma accompanied him to the bathroom and asked him to stand on a small stool and wash his hands.My brother put his hand under the "duck mouth" of the hand sanitizer bottle, and grandma pressed the "duck mouth" for him, squeezed a little hand sanitizer on his hand, and he let his two little hands carefully wipe me and I wipe you , Wipe well, and then rinse with water. When my mother came down to eat, my brother stared at my mother and asked, "Mom, have you washed your hands?" Mom said: "Oh, not yet." "If you don't wash, you will get sick!" Mom, hurry up and wash your hands. Later, a friend who was a doctor in China called and was surprised to hear my voice changed: "Your throat is like this, why don't you go to see a doctor? Go see a doctor, this is not a common cold. You have inflammation, and you can’t do without antibiotics.” So I went to a walk-in clinic, and the doctor prescribed antibiotics for ten days at once. Although the doctor said that it is okay to use the medicine during breastfeeding, I am still afraid that it will affect my sister Ai Yan.As the saying goes, "a drug is three parts poison", let alone antibiotics?So I decided to wean my sister from breastfeeding. It would be best if we weaned off; Everyone in the family was very worried, fearing that the younger sister would "violently" rebel, so everyone did ideological work for the younger sister: "Sister, my mother is sick, and I need to take bitter medicine, and my mother's grandmother will also become bitter, so my younger sister will take a bottle of milk, okay?" it is good?" The younger sister opened her eyes wide and listened to the advice of the parents. No matter who asked her "Is it okay", she would answer "Yes". But everyone didn't know if the younger sister really understood, was persuaded, figured it out, and said "yes" casually, so the father came to test the younger sister.When it was time for the younger sister to breastfeed, the father prepared a feeding bottle for the younger sister and asked the younger sister to carry it by herself. There was a small "ear" (handle) on the feeding bottle, which was just enough for the younger sister's little hand to pass through and carry it in her hand. Dad explained the big truth again, and then took the lead, took a symbolic mouthful of mom's milk, frowned and shook his head: "Wow, it's so bitter! It's too bitter! I can't eat it. I can't eat it." The younger sister looked at Dad sympathetically, and grinned herself, as if infected by Dad's suffering. Dad said: "Sister, mother's milk is really too bitter. If you don't believe me, come and taste it." My younger sister is a smart person. Seeing that my father took a bite, his old face was already wrinkled like a bitter gourd, so she didn't repeat the same mistakes. She cleverly hid aside, raised the milk bottle in her hand, and put it in her mouth. It was close to Lu Zhishen who was walking and drinking with a wine jug. The younger sister took two mouthfuls of the bottle, and then encouraged the father: "Dad, grandma!" Dad took a mouthful of mom's milk again symbolically, and wrinkled his face like a bitter gourd: "It's so bitter! I really can't eat it! Sister, come and try it!" The younger sister was not fooled, she hid aside, giggled, and after laughing, she took a few mouthfuls of the milk bottle again. Grandma asked: "Sister, why don't you drink mother's milk?" My sister replied: "Bitter!" "My son is so smart! Grandma knows not to suffer. Your father is a fool. Mom's grandma is so bitter, but he still dares to eat it." My younger sister really took my father for a fool, and kept urging my father to eat my mother's bitter grandmother, and then looked at my father's wrinkled face like a bitter melon, giggled, and took a few mouthfuls of milk bottles after laughing enough. This is the way to cut off breastfeeding during the day, but my sister still has the habit of breastfeeding at night.The younger sister's first night milk is usually eaten when she is sleeping. The mother and daughter are lying on the bed, the daughter is sucking the nipple, and the mother tells her a bedtime story.After eating and talking, my sister fell asleep after a while. The younger sister's second night milk is usually taken after urinating in the middle of the night. She sleeps in a daze, urinates with her eyes closed, and breastfeeds with her eyes closed.Others take care of her when she urinates, but she can be self-reliant when breastfeeding. She opens her mother's clothes with her eyes closed, and eats the nipple immediately.When he was full, he let go of the nipple and fell asleep. Now that weaning is about to happen, the night cannot be the same as the day, so many people will accompany you to perform, and I will talk too much about the truth, and I am afraid that my sister's drowsiness will be told away, what should I do? On the first night, my sister was going to bed, and my father was lying on the bed with me, explaining the truth to my sister: "Sister, my mother is sick, she took medicine, and grandma became bitter, can you just take a milk bottle?" The younger sister said simply: "Okay!" The father handed the baby bottle to the younger sister, the younger sister hugged and ate, and the father told stories.The father and daughter talked and ate while the younger sister slowly fell asleep. In the middle of the night, my sister was woken up by urination and writhed on the bed. Dad picked her up, went to the bathroom to pee, and put her back on the bed.The younger sister is used to going to the mother's milk naturally, and the mother put the bottle to the younger sister's mouth, and whispered: "Sister, do you remember, my mother is sick, and after taking medicine, grandma has become bitter and can't take it. You eat a bottle." The younger sister’s mouth twitched a few times, as if she was about to cry, the mother hurriedly explained the truth a few times, and patted the younger sister’s fat buttocks, the younger sister calmed down, and obediently ate the bottle. The next day, my parents spread the story of my sister’s obedient behavior last night. When the family saw her, they praised her: “My sister is so obedient. When I saw my mother was sick, I knew I was eating a bottle. You are so sensible.” , so smart." I don't know if everyone's praise played a role. In the next few days, my sister's grades were consolidated, and her milk was cut off. But our sister doesn't know how to say the word "good". If you ask her: "Sister, are you good?" She will proudly say: "Stay!" The elder brother was a little contemptuous: "It's good!" The younger sister confidently said to her elder brother, "Stay!" That look seemed to say: "I said 'good', can't you hear it?"