He was discharged from hospital on Monday, although the operation lasted only 2 days. 3 PCs knife-edge pain or pain, can’t always played tall, no matter station sitting or lying down; Strength with or without, can’t gulp outgassing, whether air or weakness, for fear affects the wound pain, for fear of affecting the wound tearing and infection, this hot day really makes people have to be cautious. In fact, from the moment I woke up from the operating table and was pushed out of the operating room, it seemed that the whole person had collapsed, even the strength to open his eyes was gone. When I came back from the operating room to the ward, my consciousness recovered. I heard clearly that the patient beside me kept telling my daughter: wake up quickly when seeing your mother sleeping, don’t let her sleep, as long as she stays awake for 6 hours. Sleep, everyone knows what it means. I understand, even if I don’t understand it so much, because I have never heard of it before, and I have never experienced it. Maybe my daughter is the same as me. It is specious, no matter how understanding it is, I’m afraid of going to sleep. My daughter is afraid, so am I. I was afraid of going to sleep, not afraid of death, because I still had a mortgage and couldn’t go to sleep. My daughter wanted to study and needed my support, so I couldn’t go to sleep. I tried hard to restrain myself in the Valley of my soul, not letting myself sleep, trying hard to restrain myself, trying hard to restrain myself. My daughter stood by the bed and probably saw me closing my eyes. She pushed my shoulder gently and shouted gently: Hi, Mom. Under my daughter’s push, I opened my misty eyes again and glanced at my daughter, showing that I was not asleep. Such survived the 6 hours-and-death struggle, finally can determine, not sleep past the, also first more profound grateful daughter of gentle, calm, was not rash good temper, I think my daughter is much stronger and stronger than her mother. Physically, compared with the previous tough body, I really feel what is called collapse, and what is called the state of floating and longing for immortals. On Friday half past eight A.M. go into surgery half past ten under operating table, lasted not much, two hours. In this short two hours (compared with the long journey of life, it is really not long), I don’t know how my daughter spent her worry, panic and fear, I don’t feel anything, because of general anesthesia, I don’t feel anything from the upper operating table to the lower operating table. Zhang Hong, my classmate in high school, accompanied my daughter in the operation. She is a beautiful woman, a happy woman as well as a warm-hearted woman. Zhang Hong was my classmate in high school, but since I graduated from high school, I have been separated for more than twenty years and have never been in touch with each other. After getting sick this time, I heard that her husband was a professor of a medical university and a famous surgeon, so he asked her phone number and called her for help. Although he felt very abrupt, he was in urgent need of treatment because of illness, I couldn’t find another way out, so I had to bite my head and have a thick skin. Unexpectedly, Zhang Hong answered to help after hearing my phone call, contacted the hospital for me, and drove a car to pick me up to the hospital. I always felt abrupt in my heart, so I couldn’t help saying to her in the car: I will call you if I have something to do. I haven’t called you before. What’s the matter? Say these words! Zhang Hong continued until I finished my words. I didn’t say anything. Zhang Hong’s words were very brief and simple. However, I was very moved. It was better to be a classmate! I remember that I always listened to TV and newspaper reports about the evil thing that my classmates killed. I really felt incredible and couldn’t believe it. It’s all about classmates, why is the difference so big! Therefore, I suddenly felt Zhang Hong’s greatness and cuteness, amiable and respectable, and felt infinite gratitude. At the same time, I didn’t understand: what happened to the children now? I returned home at about 2 pm on Monday. My home was very quiet, but I felt very safe after all when I went home. My daughter who had been accompanying me put down her luggage, arranged me to sit on the sofa to have a rest, and quickly cleaned up the bed. After walking for a few days, there was dust everywhere in the house. My daughter wiped the bed with wet parcels first and then dry parcels twice. When my daughter finished the arrangement, I felt a little overwhelmed and immediately went to bed to lie down and rest. My daughter settled me down and went to the kitchen to cook, because, It’s been over 2 PM since I got home in the morning. I haven’t eaten anything and didn’t come to drink cold water. Zhang Hong got a taxi for me early in the morning and stopped at the downstairs of the inpatient department of the hospital. In order not to make the taxi master wait too long and be dissatisfied, he hurried to get on the bus after completing the discharge procedure. It should be said that this was the first time that my daughter cooked independently, and no one helped her. She was physically unwell and spiritually weak, and she didn’t care whether she cooked well or not and what the taste was. In less than an hour, my daughter cooked rice, boiled corn porridge, fried a plate of potato shreds and a plate of bitter gourd fried eggs. Although the corn porridge was a little thick, I felt happy and pleased in my heart. I felt that I was no longer afraid of being helpless in the future, and I was no longer afraid of getting sick in the future, because I had a daughter. Seeing my hope for the future, I felt relieved and safe in my heart. Although her daughter is still young at present and her shoulders are still immature, she gives her mother a harbor of soul, which is where the happiness of being a mother lies. Because I am too hungry, I am in a hurry to eat. My daughter kept reminding me: eat slowly, and eat slowly. I also know that after the operation, I didn’t digest well, so I began to eat again. I should eat slowly, and I should chew slowly. But I am just an artillary, and I am used to doing things vigorously, it is really difficult to slow down, so try to slow down and chew slowly. Half a bowl of porridge with delicious dishes, my stomach gradually became more comfortable and seemed to be more spirited. I wanted to eat more, but I was worried that it would cause abdominal distention if I was too much. My daughter said when she saw that I still wanted to eat, “you should eat less and eat more, I understood my daughter’s words, so I had to put down the bowl quickly. Although I haven’t overdosed yet, soon, I really felt bloated. I felt distressed all the time. I didn’t dare to eat dinner until I woke up the next day, I feel no longer bloating. When I got home, my daughter said that I should have a good meal. I know that my daughter hopes her mother will recover as soon as possible, and I really hope her mother will recover as soon as possible. She opened the refrigerator, which was empty and tight, with no storage at all, with a full face of disappointment. However, she worried that her mother’s bad mood would affect her recovery after the operation, as if nothing had happened, closed the refrigerator conveniently. I could see the change of my daughter’s mind and mood, so I said: tomorrow is Tuesday, on the spot, tomorrow we will go to the vegetable market together to buy a black chicken and stew it with Tian Qi, it is said that stew of black chicken Tianqi is good for healing wounds, and the weather changes in the future, the wounds will not hurt or hurt. Tuesday is the day on the spot here. Although we are a small town with a wide range of vegetables that should not be seasonal, and because it is a mountainous area, domestic birds are also quite abundant, especially the meat pigeons raised by nearby farmers are large and fat, which are sold in the vegetable market on the spot. The price is cheap, only 30 yuan each.

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