Chapter 9 2004/11/28

The matter in Taipei is over, and I will talk about my thoughts at the speech at the Normal University and the million-dollar novel award later. Tomorrow is the last day of the first course of chemotherapy.The average person's unit of white blood cells is about 10,000. When my mother was sick, it soared to 20,000. After the medicine took effect, now there are only 600 left. In other words, mom's immune system is very weak now, so she must be very careful when she is around her, so as not to let her catch a cold or be infected by any bacteria. Paper masks and sterilizing fluid are necessary armor.In such a situation, visits from relatives and friends other than nursing care must be declined.So netizens who want to personally help my mother with energy therapy will have to wait for a while.

Of course, the object of protection also includes oneself.Although the younger brother also returned to Changhua, unfortunately he caught a cold, and the family immediately lost a caregiver who could be dispatched.Of course, you are not allowed to criticize my younger brother harshly, but I still ask him to "don't do it again". I have been in Taipei for the past few days, sent my motorcycle and two large boxes of winter clothes home, and then waited for the award presentation of the "Komi Million TV Novel Award" at World Trade Center Hall 3 on Sunday.And the strange news came from my brother in Changhua, which made me both worried and angry.

In order to prevent possible sources of infection, my mother changed from a four-person room to a double room the day after I arrived in Taipei. She wanted to say that it was quieter and that there was less collective use of public spaces, but the result was just the opposite.The old man in the same room has been spitting blood, giving first aid, and the uninterrupted sound of respirator compression, filling the air with a tense atmosphere that is dangerous at any time. Although it is undeniable that it affects my mood and sleep, people who are sick should be considerate of each other. Nothing to complain about.

However, the family members of the old man are super unscrupulous and dead Taiwanese. They hold loud public speaking competitions in the small ward, shout shit at the medical staff, and direct the emergency procedures. Chatting with relatives on the mobile phone has nothing to do with the illness. The five fours and threes messed with the hand sanitizer we bought in the bathroom.According to my brother, even in the middle of the night, there is no restraint, which makes my mother's blood pressure rise and her mood is bad. Because the other party is always yelling, so my brother and mother are very clear about the situation of the old man.The old man almost died of illness, but the family members of the patient have been waiting for the auspicious time to leave the hospital and go home. They want to say that it is better for people to die in their own homes, so even though the old man lost consciousness and bled profusely, the dead man remained unmoved; first aid Once it is stable, the auspicious time is missed, and we have to wait for the next time; we can't leave the hospital at night because it is unlucky.

My mother is uncomfortable, and my brother can't bear it even more, but it is the most stupid situation to have a bad relationship with the family members of the patient in the same room. My brother politely reminded the other party's mother that she needs to rest, but the other party began to sneer, saying, "If you are afraid of noise, you will not live alone. Room?", "This is a hospital! How can the hospital not talk!"... Then they became louder and presumptuous, and called the nurses over, but they shouted, "It's okay with us, they are too stupid", etc. Wait.

Then a little granddaughter started yelling "Azu! Azu!" next to the unconscious old man, hoarse, but without any sadness. I was pissed when I didn't see it with my own eyes.If it weren't for mother's sake, brother would really like to exercise his muscles.If Ha Bang is here, I also want to ask his old man to take care of these dead Taiwanese.Or just take a blank piece of paper and draw the form yourself, walk over and ask, "Excuse me, is the second Hospital Cup Loud Public Competition held here? Ah! Aren't you the last champion?" Fortunately, our request for a room change was quickly passed. With the help of my brother, my mother was moved to a very quiet double room, and my brother also symbolically cursed at these dead Taiwanese.Later, we moved out on the front foot, and moved in on the back foot. The patient who shared the ward with the deceased Taiwanese moved out again the next day.Or rather, escaped.

I found out later that those dead Taiwanese originally lived in single rooms, but probably because the cost was too high, they moved into double rooms, and the yelling was probably because they drove away other bed patients and made the room a single room a brutal strategy. To be honest, I sympathize with the misery of the old man lingering on his last breath, and I have no opinion on whether the first aid should be continued. I can only feel embarrassed as to how the doctors and nurses are directed.But I absolutely can't stand with assholes who treat hospitals like doctor's parties.

No one wants to be sick, and family members should be more considerate to each other.Sick people need to rest, even if they are not sick in your home.Bullying my mom, I don't mind if your old gentleman's respirator suddenly fails. Compassion is not a noble virtue, but the most basic kindness starting point of a person's soul.If you can't do it, you should go to the trash can and look for your own classification to see if it is combustible or non-combustible, and it is always not recyclable.