心存感激

来源:中加国际文化艺术中心    作者:Siyuan Liu    人气:    发布时间:2021-05-16    
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心存感激

那是一个寒冷的早晨,雪花一片一片打在我脸上。脚飘飘然,像似踩在云里雾里一样,我喘不过气来的呕吐,多亏两个男青年医务工作者,小心翼翼地分别搀扶着我的左右手,费了九牛二虎之力,才把我推上了救护车。

我在救护车里吐得更加厉害,难受得不停地摇头,身边的医务工作人员左手为我拿着呕吐专用袋,右手不停地为我擦眼泪,擦我嘴角的吐沫。不到10 分钟就到了市医院急诊室,由于他们考虑周全,推我走的是緑色通道,才以最快的速度见到急诊室一个棕色皮肤的全科医生。
 
儿子替我和医生沟通了几分钟,医生诊断我是“突发性耳石症”,没有大问题。紧接着儿子配合医生,扶着我坐在急诊室的病床上,随时抓住我没有呕吐的一点空间,耐心帮我做耳石症复位物理治疗,在断断续续做了两次无效的情况下,医生安排我尽快去另外一个办公室,看专科医生。
 
见到值班的女专科医生,好像是一位亚裔,身高一米六左右,说话温和,胸前挂着听诊器,手里拿着体温表,通过儿子翻译,医生询问了我的病情与相关的身体情况,她皱着眉头看着我吐出苦水的样子,没有说太多的话,就专注为我量体温、量血压、做核酸测试等检查。然后告诉儿子协助护士让我做抽血化验与大脑 CT检查。
 
一个多小时后,专科医生来到病人候诊室告诉我:那些检查结果没有其它问题,就是“耳石症”。她见我难受的样子,又握住我的手说:“身体很快就会好转的”。
 
话音刚落,迎面来了一位黄头发的女护士,轻轻为我扎针输液,还让我吃止吐的药片。
 
在这样的时候,医务人员会意的眼神与微小的动作,都能给予病人极大的安慰。
 
最让我感动的是,当时我既不知道核酸测试需要三天才有结果,也不知道住院部没有床位。但是急诊室医生护士想方设法与相关工作人员协调,调整住院部的病房床位,尽快做了妥协的安排。
 
然后专科医生对我儿子说:“你整天细心照顾你妈妈,也没有去吃点东西,现在你可以放心回家。你妈妈都由医生护士照顾好的,家属必要时可以打这医生、护士办公室的电话联络”。说完她走进了急诊护士办公室。
 
没过多久,一个黑色皮肤的中年护士,帮我整理好简单日常用品,小心照料我换一个新的病床躺着,再慢慢推着我进住院部大楼,转一个弯又一个弯,乘一个电梯再换乘一个电梯,终于到了一个舒适的单人间病房。
 
独自躺在病床上,灯光有些暗淡,我一动不动地睁着眼睛注视着,一点一滴药水输入自己的血液,思绪纷乱。一时思考人生最大的财富是什么?一时考虑人与人之间最难得的是什么?一时反问自己,在这样的时空里难道就与世无争?
 
时间过得很慢,门外的脚步声,感觉是医务人员忙于交班工作。竞让我突然想起,白天急救车上的两个医务人员,急诊室为我快速处理病情的两位医生;以及做大脑 CT 时那个高大黑色皮肤的小伙子,温馨的提醒:“妈咪小心一点,不要动”。
 
我回想着,但怎么都想不起他们姓什么?
 
“你好,请问有什么需要我帮你?”一位值夜班的年轻女护士站在我床前,轻声地问。
 
这一声问候,打断我孤独时的回忆而倍感亲切。
 
第二天早晨,望着窗外的阳光,心想哪天才能出院?
 
“生日快乐”一位年约50,棕色皮肤,穿着防护服的女士微笑地说。我突然惊讶得说不出话,她又走近我床前说:“刘,早上好,我是你的护士”,我听明白了,即刻用英语回答:“见到你非常高兴”。
 
随后又进来一位棕色皮肤的男士。“早上好,希望你生日快乐,我是你的主治医生”。中等个子不胖不瘦。他一边说一边做手势,要求我用一只手抓住床边的扶手坐起来。我用简单的英语告诉医生,“我头晕、想吐”。他小心地搀扶着我,暗示要我站起来,然后让我模仿他的动作反复练习。从他言语不多的神色中,能让我感知一份心安。
 
但因为语言沟通与文化生活差异的问题。住院的第三天,医生来查病房的时候,我对医生护士说话的语气都抱有埋怨情绪。
 
当时,护士久久没有说话,主治医生靠近我的床头拉着我的手说:刘,我理解你现在的心情,但不要着急,多注意休息。给予我五天的时间.你身体就会好的”。
 
他轻言细语的话语,让我愧疚地说了一声:“谢谢,再见”。
 
已经不停地输液四天,日夜都需要护士照顾。每天用热毛巾帮我擦手,洗脸,端温开水。特别是我白班的护士,每一次下班回家之前,都站在病房门口对我说:“再见,晚安”
 
确实,这里的医生、护士、理疗师、卫生员每一天的问寒问暖,让我记忆深刻。
 
如那一男一女的华人护士与护理工作人员,不管自己工作多忙,也挤时间帮助我和医生沟通,鼓励我配合理疗师做物理治疗。还有做大脑核磁共振的那位来自中国的小伙子,认真细致操作的工作态度。都让我心存感激。
 
感激我第一次因自己身体问题住院,遇上这样的医生护士,对一个素不相识的异国他乡的病人,如此精心呵护。
 
这五天的点点滴滴,不但让我感到医疗服务的温暖。而且让我感慨医疗系统的管理规范,以及医务工作者的尽心、尽职、友善、仁爱的服务理念。真是让我深表敬意。
 
在此,我用简单的语言,表达我深深地的祝福:祝福所有医务工作人员快乐幸福!同时祝福天下所有人健康平安!
 
中加国际文化艺术中心记者
 
2020.12.21.
 
 
A Letter of Thanks
 
It was a cold morning, and the snowflakes hit my face one by one. I was walking towards an ambulance with two young male paramedics supporting on each side. My footsteps were floating in the air as if I stepped into clouds, and I vomited out of breath.With a great deal of effort, I finally got into the ambulance.
 
I vomited more severelyin theambulance, and I kept shaking my head uncomfortably.
 
The paramedic held a vomiting bag for me with his left hand while wiping my tears from my eyes or spit from my mouth with his right hand. We arrivedat the emergency room in lessthan 10 minutes, and the very considerate paramedics managed to find me a brown-skinned general practitioner right away.
 
After my son told the doctor about my symptoms, I was diagnosed ofBenign Paroxysmal Positional Vertigo (BPPV), and I was told that it wasn’t a hugeproblem. Immediately afterwards, myson and the doctor helped me sit on a bed, and between my vomit attacks,the doctor patiently treated me with otolith repositioning physical therapy. When the treatment didn’t work, the doctor arranged for me to go to another room to see a specialist.
The specialist on duty turned out to be a female Asian who was about 160 cm tall and soft-spoken, with a stethoscope on her chest and a thermometer in her hand. Through the translation of my son, the doctorinquired about my condition and related issues. When I vomited out some more bitter fluid, she looked atme sympathetically. Without saying much, she started taking mytemperature, checking my blood pressure, and issuing the nucleic acid test. She then told myson to assist the nurse totake me to places for blood tests and brain CT scan.
 
Aboutan hour later, the specialist came to the patient waiting room and told me that the examination results matched the previous diagnosis of otolithiasis or BPPV. Seeing my painful look, she took myhand and said,"Not to worry; you will get better soon." Then a female nurse with yellow hair came to me and gave me an IV injection and antiemetic pills.
 
All those kind gestures of themedical staff gave me great comfort.
 
Acouple of hours later, I was told that I would stay in the hospital for a few days, and therewas abed waiting for me. At that time, I knew neither that the nucleic acid test wouldtake three daysto produce results, nor that there was a huge shortage of beds in the inpatientdepartment.

However, the doctors and nurses worked miracles to find me one.

 
Then the specialistsaid to my son, “You have been taking care of your mother all day long and didnot eat anything. Now you can go homewithout worry. Your mother is taken care of.If you have any question, this is the number you can call.” My son thanked her with all his heart beforeshe left.
 
Before long,a black-skinned middle-aged nurse helped me organize my simple daily necessities and carefully moved me to a stretcher before slowly pushing me into the inpatientbuilding, making many turns andtakingtwoelevators. We then finally reached a comfortable single room ward.
 
Lying aloneonthe hospital bed, I watched motionlessly the drips go into my veins, and my thoughts went everywhere: What’s the greatest wealth in life? What’s the most precious in a human relationship? What do I want from this life?...
 
Time flew slowly, and the sound of footsteps outside the door made me knowthe medical staff were busy doing shift changes. It suddenly reminded me of the two paramedics in the ambulance, the two doctors inthe emergency room who handled my illness quickly;
 
and the tall, dark-skinned young man who told me gently not to move while doing my brain CT scan. I feltregrettable that I didn’t remember any oftheir names.
 
“Hello, what can I do for you?" a young female nurse on the night shift stood in front of my bed and asked softly. This warm greeting interrupted my thought stream, but it made me feel less lonely.
 
The next morning, looking at the sunshine outside the window, I wondered when I would be dischargedfrom the hospital.
 
“Happy birthday," a brown-skinned nurse in her50s wearing some kindof protective clothing said to me with a smile. I was so surprised that I couldn't speak.She approached my bed again and said, “Goodmorning, Liu. I am your nurse.” My English was very poor, but I understood what she just said and immediately replied in English:
 
"It's very nice to meetyou.”
 
Then came a man with brown skin: “Good morning, happy birthday to you, Liu. I am your attending doctor.” The medium-builddoctor was neither fat nor thin. Hetalked and gestured at the same time to tell me to sit up by grabbing the armrest beside the bed with one hand. Itold the doctor in simple English, "I feel dizzy and want to vomit."
 
He carefully supported me to stand up and then asked me to keep imitating his movements for exercise. Although reticent, he calmed me down.
However, because of the language barrier and cultural differences, on the third day of my hospitalization when the doctor came to check on me, I talked with him and the nurse using a complaining tone.
 
The nurse was caught off guard and didn’t know what to say, yet the doctor approached my bedside and took my hand: “Liu, I understandyour frustration,but don't worry. Give me five days. Your will recover." His soft and soothing voice made me feel guilty:
 
“Thank you!” I said.
 
Later that day, I recalled how all the nurses took good care of me day and night, giving me medicines, cleaning my body, and doing many other things. I especially appreciated my day shiftnurses who, everytime before going home, stood at my door and said to me,“Good night, Liu.”
 
Indeed, the doctors, nurses, physiotherapists, and hygienists in the hospital all made a greatimpression on me. Forexample, a male and a female Chinese nurses always squeezed time to help me communicate with the doctor and encouraged me to cooperate with a therapist for physical therapy. There was also this young man from China who was serious and meticulous whenever doing my brain MRI...I was truly grateful to them
allfor this was the firsttime I was hospitalized, and I had never imagined doctors and nurses would care so much about astranger from a foreign country.
 
I stayed in the hospital for five days. Everything happened during this time not only impressed me with the smooth management of the hospital, but more importantly the dedication and the kindness of all healthcare workers. They earned my greatest respect.
 
Here, I’d like to express my most sincere blessing: I wish all the medical staff happiness.
 
Atthe same time, I wish everyone in the world stay healthy and safe.
 
Sincerely,
 
Siyuan Liu
 
Correspondent, China-Canada International Culture and Arts Center
 
2021.4.16.

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