Gypsum removal record

(sixth grade students' mind mapping composition class)

Six weeks ago, I sprained my leg and broke it because I played basketball. After six weeks of suffering, it cleared up in June165438+1October 65438, and I finally ushered in a good day to remove the plaster.

With the expectation of removing plaster, our family came to Nanjing Children's Hospital. The doctor said, "The plaster can be removed." At that moment, the ginkgo tree beside the hospital was swinging happily and the birds were chirping. I was so excited that I soon shook up. "Too good, I can finally get rid of this demon! It made me unable to move for six weeks, so let me throw it into the trash can at once! " I thought to myself. Who knows, the doctor said, "alas, the hospital has to go through so many procedures, which is so troublesome." Just go home and cut it off with scissors. " I suddenly flew into a rage and collapsed in a wheelchair. My eyes are empty, and the ginkgo trees and birds stop singing and dancing. ?

With a full stomach of loss, we went home. Every time I do my homework, I ask my mother, "When will it be dismantled?" Mom said that when I finished my homework, I could have a good bath. But my left foot seems to have countless bugs crawling and biting me. I finally finished my homework and finally looked forward to an exciting moment! "Plaster, I want to say goodbye to you!" Dad brought a pair of shiny scissors, and mom turned on her cell phone. "Are you ready?" With the mother's command, the gauze was cut with two clicks. As my father carefully opened the coils of gauze, my horrible left leg appeared one by one. Because it was not washed and dried for a long time, pieces of hexagonal, octagonal, black and white patterns appeared on the left leg, just like football. And I don't know when it looks like a horse's mane, black and thin hair, which is simply terrible. Round and round, watching the gauze completely removed, a pungent smell came to my face. I want to clamp my nose. Nothing in the world-absolutely nothing smells more pungent than my plaster feet! I also dare not look at the color in the plaster, for fear of spitting out the food from a week ago. Mother was overjoyed and took pictures as a souvenir. Dad's careful movements made my nose suddenly sour-I couldn't stand the disgusting smell myself, but they didn't even hum.

Finally removed! Every pore of the suddenly liberated left foot is greedily breathing air. "Mom, it's so easy!" Hmm? Why is my left leg thinner than my right leg? It seems that the response is still very slow. I just want to step on the ground and try, "Hey! Don't move for two weeks It takes two weeks to make you walk super slowly. Then walk slowly for another month, and it always takes two months to run. " These two weeks are the most crucial. If you don't protect them well, you will become a cripple in the future. A few words from my mother instantly put out the fire I wanted to vent in my heart. "There will be two weeks! -"I am like a balloon that has been poked and burst, and I am discouraged in an instant. ?

Fortunately, I can take a bubble bath today and I am happy again. When taking a bath, my parents scratched, rubbed, washed, rubbed, scratched, scratched my left foot. Soon, there was a white sticky smelly object floating on the water. "Oh my god, what is this? It's disgusting. " I screamed. "This is the dirt on your skin." Dad held his breath and smiled. After three pots of water, the skin on my feet gradually returned to normal color, but it became wrinkled. However, washing feet is really comfortable, getting rid of the obstacles of plasters and gauze! I really want to shout at the quiet night sky and vent my depression in these six weeks.

"Hey, if only I hadn't broken a bone, if only I had been more careful." I once again fell into deep regret. During these six weeks, my parents' love protected my feet.

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