The frail and sickly Sick Yangzi (Childhood Memories 1)

My name is Long Xiaotian, born in 1991, in an ordinary rural family. When I was a child, I was in poor health and often fell ill. My parents called me a medicine pot. In my memory, I was also in trouble. They said that my health was so bad that I didn't even weigh four pounds when I was born. I also had recurring fevers after that. I was hospitalized in all the big hospitals in the county and couldn't get better. In the end, I found an old Chinese doctor who took my pulse and took medicine. .

The medical conditions in the county where I lived were very poor at that time. There was only one tertiary hospital. The town where I lived also had only one larger health center. As for the village, which only had a simple small clinic, I Most of the painful experiences in childhood started there. That small clinic is very close to my home. It takes about ten minutes to walk there. It is diagonally opposite the school and only separated by a road. Speaking of the school in our village, it should be the smallest primary school in the whole town. The total number of teachers and students in the school is in their early 300s. Most of the students are the children of nearby villagers. A few parents who value reading will send their children to the street. Go to the best Tangzhen primary school.

That elementary school left a deep impression on me when I was not in school, because behind the school was a row of graves, one or two of which had tombstones, and firecrackers would be set off there during festivals. paper money. Every time I pass by there when it gets dark, I walk quickly and trot all the way out of fear. I would pass by there because I was often sick when I was not in school and had to go to a small clinic for injections and medicine. Especially in winter, whenever it rains or snows, I will catch a cold and have a fever. It can take as little as half a month or as long as a month to get better.

It was really a painful experience. Once I had a cold or a fever, I couldn’t eat. I felt dizzy, weak, and even struggled to walk. At this time, I would be taken to the small clinic behind the school. Take a look. It was a small clinic at home, with a very simple layout. There was a living room at the entrance, and the small room on the right was the medicine room. There was a small table and a wooden bed inside. The table is usually used for consultations. If the condition is serious and you need to hang a bottle of water, you can just lie down on the small bed and make do with it. The doctor inside is a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing glasses, and looks very kind. Since I often have colds, fevers and diarrhea, when he sees me he usually just asks me what's wrong, and then puts the thermometer under my arm for me to hold and take my temperature. After taking the temperature, if there is no fever, you will be given some medicine, usually for three days. If there is no improvement within three days, come back and take a look. If you have a high fever, you will need an injection. What I'm most afraid of is the injection, because the needle of the syringe is very big. Especially when I got the injection for the first time, I saw the doctor use a needle to suck the injection water from the small bottle into the syringe, then push it back, and the injection water spurted out. I was scared and cried immediately. They ignored my crying, and my mother put me on her lap, took off half of her cotton pants to expose my butt, then held me down, and said it would be fine in a moment and it wouldn't hurt much. The doctor gently patted my butt and wiped it with a cotton swab. My heart tightened and my legs tightened. The doctor smiled and said it didn't hurt, just relax and it would be fine in no time. As soon as I relaxed, the needle went in. It hurt so much that it hurt even more when I strained my legs. After two seconds, the injection was ready. But after the spanking, my butt still hurts, it feels like it is swollen, and the pain gets worse when I walk. The most unlucky thing is that I usually take the second injection by myself in the afternoon, and it is already dark by that time. After the injection, I feel pain from my butt to my thigh, so I can only walk back slowly.

A few steps after leaving the clinic, I would pass by the grave. What I fear most are the graves with paper dolls stuck on them. Looking at the pale and bright red face, I feel chilly all over my body, fearing that they will take my soul away. Because my butt hurt so much, I could only walk slowly, but I felt that the eyes of the paper doll behind me were always staring at me and would bite me at any time. I was so panicked and scared that I didn't dare to look back, so I could only walk slowly. When I got home, even though it was winter, I was sweating all over.

If you just take medicine, it won't be so uncomfortable. It’s just that the pills available at that time were also very hard to eat, especially the antipyretics metamizole and Xerizin. Both tablets are large white tablets, which are difficult to swallow, and it is easy to cause nausea and retching after swallowing. Once you feel nauseated, the bitter taste is really more bitter than coptis, which will make you cry and will last for a long time. However, both tablets have very good fever-reducing and anti-diarrheal abilities, and you can usually get better after taking them twice. If medication and injections are not effective, a hanging bottle will be used. It was also very uncomfortable for me to be given IV fluids because I was very young at that time and the intravenous drip was very slow. It basically took three or four hours to finish. And at that time, apart from injections, what I was most afraid of was getting blood vessels pricked. Because I am too thin, my blood vessels are very thin. Generally, the blood vessels cannot be seen after swabbing them with a cotton swab. At this time, the doctor has to tap my arm hard and then be very careful to successfully insert the needle. What I'm afraid of is that when the needle sticks into the blood vessel, the pain will be immediate, and then the blood will return. I'm always worried that a lot of blood will return. It would be okay if it was successful once. I heard from my mother that the needle was inserted into the head not long after birth, so it was difficult to insert it accurately. It takes many times to hang a hanging bottle. It really hurts me just thinking about it.

The painful experience of being given injections, medicine, and fluids as a child is still fresh in my memory.

Later, I was old enough to go to school. Because of the row of graveyards behind the elementary school, I didn't really want to go to school there. Sometimes I even wonder if the classes in the school are on top of the graves and whether there are corpses underneath. After all, the old man in the village often said that there was originally a large cemetery, and the school was built later. What I don't understand is why the school is built on top of a grave. It makes me feel terrible to think that there may be bones under my desk. Fortunately, my mother wanted me to study hard, so she sent me to Tangzhen Primary School, the best school on the street.