disaster is around, safety mind

never imagined that he would be associated with the word "disability", but the living reality is just around the corner. On September 17, 2020, it was a dark day for me. I, who had been driving a motor vehicle safely for 15 years, had an accident.

Before 7 o'clock in the morning, after sending the children to school, I rode my motorcycle along Zhongshan Road to the unit. Seeing that there were no people and no cars at the intersection ahead, my thoughts drifted to the children's test results. When approaching the zebra crossing, a retrograde tool car suddenly came across, which was very fast. My speed has also reached about 40 miles in carelessness. The two are walking in opposite directions, and the relative speed is amazing. I realized that death was coming towards me and instinctively slammed the brakes. The motorcycle shook a few times, the inertia was too great, and eventually lost its balance and fell to the side of the road on the right.

At that moment, how I wished I was Linghu Chong in the legendary swordsman, rising to the sky with one foot and falling to the ground with some water. Of course not, I fell very strong, like a helpless frog on the hard shoulder. People are not very awake, feel their right arm in pain, but can not stand up. The tool car driving in the opposite direction turned left into Watergate Lane, stopped for a while, and then drove away.

After a while the ambulance arrived, in retrospect, it should have been the person on the tool cart who took the 120. I was full of Venus struggling to stand up, a person in the ambulance, lying in the ambulance bed, alive is really good!

For the first time in my life, I was pushed into the hospital while lying down. The people in the hospital gave me a sympathetic look when they saw their bloody arms. First register, do nucleic acid testing, and then go for X-ray imaging. While waiting for the results of the examination, I called the unit and my wife respectively, telling them that I was injured in a car accident. I also specifically told my wife not to tell the parents of both parties about it. The 70-80-year-old should not be scared of me at all.

The results came out. The doctor told me that the injury was very serious. It was a comminuted fracture and I needed an operation immediately. I remember chatting with the nurse in the operating room for a while. I don't know when I lost consciousness. When I woke up, it was already over 3 pm, and the person also arrived at the inpatient bed. I don't know what happened during that period. When he was anesthetized, when the doctor went into the operating room, five and a half hours, there was no memory at all. When

woke up, my colleagues had already come to see me. At that time, my head was extremely heavy, my nose was plugged with an oxygen tube, my right elbow had been bandaged and fixed into a right angle, and the bandaged gauze had penetrated into a large area of blood, which should look like a critically ill to outsiders. The visit of my colleagues in the unit made me feel ashamed from the bottom of my heart. As a manager, safety should always be kept in mind and set an example, but he has become a representative of insecurity. I hope that my existence can bring value to the company and others, but now I have become a burden, can I not be ashamed? My first sentence is to sincerely apologize to colleagues: I'm sorry, drag the company, drag everyone.

The patient's life is painful, both physically and mentally. After stopping the analgesic, the stiffness, pain and swelling of the right hand gradually accumulated, gradually torturing my will. Lying flat causes the back to be oppressed, and the whole body feels uncomfortable after a long time. I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. When I was in hospital, sleeping every day was a torment for me. I was even afraid of the coming of night.

I don't want to drag others down, but I have to drag others down. The sequelae of anesthesia caused me to be top-heavy and teetering as soon as I stood up. I would really fall down without help. I needed to rely on others to take care of me when I went to the toilet. A person who is used to living a healthy and free life, when he needs to be taken care of by others to eat, drink and scatter, he really feels what it means to live without dignity. It is also a deeper understanding of those terminally ill patients who give up treatment for their personal dignity.

In the next few days, the leaders and colleagues of the pharmaceutical sales company and the pharmaceutical company came to visit the hospital one after another, and Secretary Jin of the pharmaceutical company also came to visit me in his busy schedule. Moved by more than shame and self-blame, moved by the leadership of colleagues always concerned about my safety, give me warm care; ashamed of self-blame is how good, unexpectedly let the unit and so many colleagues for me to worry about?

accident responsibility down, the main responsibility or my own speed too fast, can not be identified as work-related injuries. I am very calm. It is only natural that I should bear my own mistakes.

9 He was discharged from the hospital on the 24th, reexamined one month after the operation, went to the plaster, and pulled out the two steel nails that fixed the broken bones. It was a pleasure to get rid of the shackles, but new problems immediately appeared. My arms were stiff and it was very difficult to stretch and flex while I was aching. Then followed by nearly half a month of rehabilitation treatment, every day to do electrotherapy stimulation, hot wax, ultrasonic therapy, massage push. After a course of treatment, I felt that the effect was not obvious. Perhaps my desire for recovery was too urgent. After another month, the flexibility of the right hand was recovering, but the extension was still limited. I realized that the road to recovery was actually very long and I had to stick to it for a long time.

Injuries have made me lose a lot and understand a lot: If I am always safe, if I concentrate on the whole process, if I keep a reasonable speed, where will the car accident come from? One minute and one second, the moment will last forever! A blink of an eye makes me suffer for life! Alas!

has been wordy a lot. My purpose is to let more people feel the experience of injury and pain together, so as to cherish health and peace! On Saturday, my colleagues and friends who love badminton invited me again. I am very grateful that they still remember me. Swear in my heart: I am so disabled? No, my beloved badminton court, I will come back! Wait for me!

Good health! Peace is good! (xu xianzhong)