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Chapter 77

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    Because there are many patients who need infusion in the morning, the teacher asks our interns to push the treatment cart to help hang the medicine in each ward in the morning, and then change the medicine and pull out the needle for the patient when the bell rings, so the teacher usually has no time in the morning  Teach us to give needles.

    But in joint surgery, the afternoon is not so busy.

    Then in the afternoon, when it was time to give the patient an injection, my first teacher would take me, or let the advanced nurse take me, and then let me carry the plate and try to give the patient an injection.

    And because the old lady's blood vessels are very swollen and obvious like some young and middle-aged boys, and they look easy to beat at first glance, once my teacher asked me to try it.

    Mommy!

    That old lady has syphilis, and I usually have no time to avoid her, but this time the teacher asked me to give her an injection?

    Does the teacher know that she has syphilis?

    I think in my heart.

    At that time, I had just entered the department, and I was still very afraid of the old lady, so I said to my teacher: "Teacher, you can type this one, and I will take a look."

    The teacher listened to me, looked at me and smiled, and then I watched her give the old grandma an injection.

    At that time, I was worried that the teacher thought I was going to be lazy, but there was no way.

    In front of the patient and many other patients and family members in the same ward, I can never say to the teacher: "Teacher, this patient has syphilis, I dare not take it." Is that the case?

    I think that if I really said that at that time, I would probably get more criticism from the teacher than if I refused to give injections.

    So then I just left the ward silently with my teacher, without saying anything.

    In fact, when I got out of the ward, I wanted to explain to the teacher that it was because the old lady had a blood problem, so I didn't dare to give her an injection.

    But I was also worried that after I said it, the teacher would think that my reason for not getting an injection was not good, so I didn't say it at all.

    After all, sometimes, the more you explain, the more it seems to be covering up

    Anyway, if you can escape a chance to give that old grandma an injection, you will escape once!

    It's better for the teacher to feel that you are not good than to give her an injection and let the needle pierce yourself!

    So during that time, I remember that I turned down at least two opportunities to give the old woman an injection.

    Because in addition to my teaching teacher, there is also a senior student who is studying (one year older than me, we are in the same university) also thinks that the old lady's blood vessels are very good, and wants me to try to invigorate her, but  I am afraid!

    So even though I really wanted to get an injection, even if I really wanted to practice my hands, I gave up that precious opportunity

    After all, nothing is more important than my health.

    After experiencing a needle stick injury, I really felt it.

    But at the end of the internship, I still gave the old lady an injection.

    At that time, I forgot whether I was following the first teacher or the senior sister who was studying. Anyway, when the person asked me to try that time, I went directly to the bedside table of the old lady with the plate.  Put the plate away and get ready for the injection.

    But it doesn't show on the surface (I wear a mask, and others can't see it), but I'm still very scared in my heart.

    Mustering up the courage, I went through the steps that need to be done before the needle insertion step by step - tying the tourniquet, disinfection, exhaust, etc. Then I picked up the needle and followed the method of inserting the needle horizontally taught by the senior sister who was studying, and successfully sent the needle to the hospital.  Into the veins of the old woman.

    After inspection, there was no missing needle, so I loosened the tourniquet, put a patch on her, fixed the part of the thin tube connected to the needle in a U shape, and ended the puncture.

    I succeeded in giving the patient an injection!

    I overcame myself and succeeded in giving injections to syphilis patients!

    At that time, I remember that I walked out of the ward with the relaxation after my nerves were tense and the joy of success.

    At the beginning, I didn't even want to enter a ward with syphilis patients, but now I can give injections to syphilis patients!

    I partially defeated the fear of syphilis in my heart, and further improved myself.

    It turns out that I can too.

    It turns out that I also have the potential to become a qualified nurse.

    At that time, because of my success, I was undoubtedly happy, and I was even full of expectations for the job of nursing in my heart

    Because I think as long as I can overcome the hurdle in my heart, it is not so impossible to work in the clinic

    But during that time as long as?Thinking of my needle-stick injury, I still have a lot of negative emotions in my heart.

    The anticipation that just emerged in my heart was exhausted within a few days of tiring work

    ?Because I don't want to work in the clinic, no matter how tired I am at work, I have to study after work in the noon and afternoon.

    Because I always think that after being admitted to the postgraduate program, I will have the opportunity to get rid of clinical work and work in the nursing department, and that kind of work will be much better than clinical work.

    So whenever I think back to last year when I had time to study while doing an internship, I always feel that she is really great, and I am very grateful to myself who persisted no matter how tired I was!

    Although in the end I was not admitted to the graduate student of my favorite university, God still let me go ashore in the last few days after the end of the 2021 postgraduate entrance examination, which gave me a chance to completely leave the nursing industry!

    Now, I no longer have to worry about needlestick injuries when I pull out the needles for patients. I am really happy (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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