What is the most unforgettable reason for your crying?

Five years ago, I was a nurse in obstetrics and gynecology (I was in charge of the senior ward, because the ward was large and far away, and there was a room in the VIP area for treatment. The office was on duty and handled the doctor's orders, all in that room). At that time, I had a boyfriend who wanted to marry him, and then I had a showdown with my parents. My parents found out my predecessor's family information, so my parents disagreed with this relationship and remained deadlocked for a week. My night shift mother called me and said that she was going to break up with her ex. She cried on the phone and begged her parents to give us two years, let him struggle for two years and let me wait for him for two years. At that time, I never knew that I had so many tears, which flowed like a tap, just as my male family came out to ask some questions. I wiped my tears with my sleeves at random, and I was embarrassed to look up and answer questions at home like this. I choked several times, and finally the intermittent answer was over. The family said thank you. I was afraid of bad influence, so I squatted in the corner and cried. About five or six minutes later, the man put some chocolates in the nurse's station, during which we didn't talk. My predecessor and I persisted for another year. Later, I was transferred to intensive care unit. The work is heavy and meticulous, and it is difficult to adapt at the moment. In addition, xenophobia in this department is serious and life is very miserable. I am also very strong and don't want to be looked down upon. I keep a record of my knowledge in the department, rush to do what I can, and cry on the bus every day at work. During that time, we quarreled almost every day and felt insecure about this relationship. Later, I really couldn't stand this torture. I broke up with chilling in a rage, and my predecessor quickly agreed and refused to get back together. Two days after breaking up, I went back to ask for a reunion. * * * made a match with my friends, but there was no result. Entangled for half a month, the last time I saw him, I had no light, only disgust and disgust. Finally, I gave up, came back to say goodbye to my parents, took four days off from the head nurse of the department, and lay down for four days without eating or drinking. I am in a good mood at work, but I still can't do many operations and I can't find a good place to take arterial blood. Always picking on the teacher, the patients in the department are still very heavy. Others don't have time to take care of me, such as gastric tube intubation, deep vein catheterization, tracheal intubation and sputum aspiration, so I have to ask the teacher for help. Fortunately, the teacher was gentle and kind and didn't abandon me. Other colleagues didn't help me, but also made sarcastic remarks in front of me. God probably has pity on me behind my back. Up to now, I am 28 years old. I seldom cry except when I am moved. My mind is much calmer. I am no longer strong and I don't work hard. I ensure the safety of patient care at work. I am patient and responsible for kind patients. When I meet bad patients and their families, I just work and have little language communication. In my private time, I enjoy life by eating, drinking and having fun. I have a group of like-minded friends. Sometimes I talk nonsense and make some dirty jokes. Sometimes there will be in-depth exchanges on some joys and sorrows in the world. My parents love me as always, and my family of three is harmonious and loving. My parents have a good relationship. They have known each other for 365,438+0 years and have never quarreled. My parents have a lot to say. They respect each other, worship each other, have a bottom line for me, and give me the widest range of free space. They are enlightened parents. My 28 years, except two years with my predecessor, have been really smooth, with the help of outstanding people at every stage.