In study, work and even life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. What kind of compositions have you seen? The following is a 500-word essay on the feeling of being sick that I compiled for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. A 500-word essay on what it feels like to be sick 1
I am sick and I feel terrible!
I stood in front of the big mirror at home and looked at myself up and down. Ouch! Whose poor little boy is this? The hair that was originally very stylish is now like frosted leek leaves, lying in strands on the top of the head. His eyebrows drooped at eight-twenty. The pair of heavy eyelids below, as if the ground has a great attraction to them, cannot be fully opened, so they can only hang lazily, covering a pair of dull eyes, which are astringent in their sockets. Rotation is like a machine tool that is short of oil, losing its former bright brilliance. The most pitiful thing was the nose, which had been turned red by blowing snot. Despite this, there were still two lines of streams slowly flowing out of the cave. His lips were as dry as a river bed that hadn't rained in a long time. When he opened his mouth, his throat was red and swollen, as if a terrible volcano was about to spew hot lava. Let's take a look at that sickly face. Two days ago, it was bright red and round like an apple. Now it has turned dark yellow, and you can see the sharp chin.
In the mirror, I was holding a pack of tissue paper in my left hand. I took out a piece of paper from the tissue pack with my right hand and wiped the stream that had just flowed out. I was lying there listlessly, as if I was about to lie down on the bed next to me at any time. At this time, the big bed was the place I longed for most, and I longed to sleep comfortably on it.
At this time, the birds in my cage don’t chirp happily like before, and the little turtles in the water tank don’t swim around happily like before. They seem to be able to Feeling the discomfort in my body, I became quiet. Even the pots of aloe vera and clivia on the windowsill looked at me listlessly. The sunshine outside the window shines into the house, and the house is bright, but there is always a dark rain cloud above my head. No matter where I go, it follows me, and even occasionally there will be lightning and thunder "Ka!" "Click!"
The feeling of being sick is terrible! A 500-word essay on the feeling of being sick 2
I remember one summer night, I suddenly vomited while sleeping, and I didn’t know what happened? That's it. At that time, my clothes and pants were all covered with my vomit. My parents got up quickly and helped me change my clothes, sheets and quilt.
When I got up in the morning, my father took me to see the doctor. When I got up, I felt dizzy, my body felt hot, and the northwest wind blew me cold again. It was extremely uncomfortable! But I kept enduring it in the car, and XX Hospital finally arrived!
We registered first, and the doctor said it was caused by bacteria. After listening to the doctor’s words, I said to myself: "Anyway, I don’t care if it’s caused by bacteria or not. What does it feel like to be sick?" It’s really bad.” Then, we went to the place where blood was drawn. “Wow,” there were so many people. They seemed to be energetic but weak people. They should have similar illnesses to me. We lined up and finally took our turn. When it came to me, I was nervous and scared. The most terrifying thing was the pain. However, I remembered what my mother said to me: "Whether it's a blood draw or an injection, don't look at it. After one second, the injection will be over!" Listening to my mother's words, I kept my eyes closed and the needle was finally pulled out. I was secretly happy.
Time passed quickly. At noon, my father helped me make a bowl of sesame soup, but after eating, within five minutes, I vomited again. I can't eat anything now, so my father can only give me medicine first. After taking the medicine, my father helped me make a bowl of sesame soup. After eating, I didn’t vomit for a long time. The medicine worked. But my head feels dizzy and my legs are sore. This is really unbearable!
The feeling of being sick is really uncomfortable. So I will make sure not to get sick next time. A 500-word essay on the feeling of being sick 3
Today, the weather is bright and the sun hangs high in the sky, just as brilliant as my mood.
When I came to the classroom, I prepared my learning supplies and waited for the class bell to ring.
The first period was a math class. I sat in the last row and was listening to the new class with all my concentration.
Facing the students with their hands raised like a forest, the teacher didn’t even notice, but she turned her eyes to me in the last row. At that time, I was listening to the class, and suddenly I didn't know why. I gradually became dizzy, felt like vomiting, and was very tired. My heart felt like lightning and thunder. The fiery red sun hanging high in the sky had no idea when it had turned off its smile, and it just looked at poor me in the sky with distress.
The teacher walked towards me and said with concern: "What's wrong, Chen Zhitong, what's wrong with you? Do you want to ask your parents to pick me up?" At that time, all the students turned to look at me, and I was a little embarrassed: "No, teacher, I'll hold on." I knew that if I was picked up by my parents in the middle, I would be out of class.
In the end, I insisted on finishing the first class.
Immediately after the second math class, I couldn't do it. I felt very uncomfortable and lay quietly on the table. I weakly and feebly turned my head and whispered to my classmate. Although I hated this naughty guy, at the critical moment I still have to rely on him sometimes. I said, "Classmate Xiao Li, please tell the teacher that I feel very uncomfortable." The teacher came, and she asked me to lie down on the table. Then, she called my mother to pick me up and take me home.
When my mother came, I slowly put away my schoolbag, walked slowly over, turned around and whispered goodbye to the teacher, and returned home feeling dizzy in my father's car.
When I got home, I lay down on the bed. My parents looked at me distressedly and cooked me porridge and gave me medicine. I thought: It’s not good to be sick. Don’t get sick again next time. In the afternoon, my health improved a little. I looked at the sky outside the window. The brightness before had become dim. Even the sunlight hid in the clouds. Could it be that it was also sick?
Being sick brought me an extremely uncomfortable feeling. I thought: I must exercise well in the future to build a healthy body. A 500-word essay on what it feels like to be sick 4
Some people say that being sick is like taking injections and taking medicine, and experiencing all kinds of hardships; some people say that being sick is like being hospitalized for examination and being tortured... But I think that being sick is like being tortured... People care and are cared for.
One night after my mother went on a business trip, I suddenly started coughing louder and louder. As a result, my father was awakened. He hurriedly got out of bed and touched my forehead, "Ah! It's so hot! I have a high fever." !" Dad said anxiously. So my father hurriedly put on his coat, took his wallet, bent down, put me on his back and ran toward the hospital. Along the way, my head was hanging on my father's back, and I could only hear my father's rapid breathing and the squeaking sound he made when he was struggling. I coughed even more fiercely, and my father comforted me and said, "Don't be afraid, Long'er. I'll be at the hospital soon." After the doctor's diagnosis, I learned that I had a high fever and acute pneumonia. Fortunately, I was sent to the hospital in time, otherwise I would have gone into shock. danger.
That night, I was lying on the hospital bed, and my father sat next to me, taking care of me meticulously, feeding me water, wiping my sweat, and busy all the time. At a casual glance, I found that my father's face seemed to be a little more worried. After a while, crystal beads of sweat fell from his forehead. Although it was late at night, my father did not feel tired at all.
When I woke up in the morning, I heard the sound of text messages on my father’s cell phone. I picked up the phone and opened it. At that moment, I was stunned: because the messages in my inbox were all relatives and friends. There were also messages from my mother who was on a business trip away from home, almost all of which asked me how I was doing, whether I was feeling better, and whether it was okay... Looking at it, tears flashed in the corners of my eyes, and I felt extremely happy.
"Dong dong dong - dong dong dong -", there was a knock on the door. "Is anyone there? Is Longlong here? I'm your aunt." "Come in, aunt!" I replied. The door opened and I saw my aunt carrying a thermos box, bringing me food. Eating hot meals made me feel a little warmer in my heart.
After careful care from my family, my illness finally recovered. But when I think of everything everyone has done for me, a warm current flows throughout my body.
The feeling of being sick is happy and warm, because in this process, I am filled with everyone’s love for me! A 500-word essay on what it feels like to be sick 5
In life, you will taste various tastes, some are sour, some are sweet, some are bitter, and some are spicy. ...and the taste of illness is both bitter and sweet.
"Lele, your body temperature has reached 39℃, you must get an injection!" Mom said anxiously. "Mom, I don't want to get sick, and I don't want to get injections!" I lay on the bed, resisting feebly. But my mother’s fate was unavoidable, so in the end I followed my mother to the hospital.
As soon as I entered the hospital door, I smelled a pungent smell of medicine. At this time, many scenes of injections when I was a child emerged in my mind: Although I cried and made trouble not to get injections, But the cruel nurse aunt still beat me... Thinking of this, I couldn't help but shudder.
"Lele, why don't you come in?" Mom urged.
I walked in and sat on the chair. The nurse aunt came over with a smile: "Kid, don't be afraid, it doesn't hurt at all!" I thought to myself: How could it not hurt? While chatting with me, the nurse applied alcohol to me and told me to relax, but my whole body was still tense. The needle suddenly penetrated my muscle, which made me cry desperately and use my hands in pain. I grabbed my mother's arm tightly...
After I got home from the injection, I was like a warrior who had just returned from the battlefield, enjoying the love that was completely beyond my expectation: aunt and uncle. , aunt... all came and brought me a lot of delicious and fun things; my mother was also gentler than before. Not only did she not scold (xùn) scold (chì) me, she also told me stories; she always told me stories. My father who didn’t let me watch TV now allowed me to watch TV; my sister, who was very stingy, also took the initiative to lend me her PSP to play with!
Wow! I am so happy! I don’t even want to recover!
The feeling of being sick is so bitter and sweet! A 500-word essay on what it feels like to be sick 6
When school was over yesterday, I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. My feet kept shaking and my head hurt badly. I thought what was wrong with me? I feel so uncomfortable all over!
When I got home and put away my schoolbag, I told my mother the symptoms. When my mother heard this, she first touched my forehead, immediately put me on the bed, and then took a thermometer to measure my temperature. I saw that my temperature was thirty-eight degrees. I'm thinking too bad, I have a high fever again, and I'm also thinking about what I want to eat for dinner? After a while, my mother made me a bowl of chopped green onion noodles, but I had no appetite and only ate a few bites. My mother put an antipyretic patch on me and drank a bottle of oral liquid with difficulty to make me sleep. When I woke up, it was already after nine o'clock in the evening. My mother took my temperature again. When I saw that it was over thirty-nine degrees, I felt very uneasy. My mother thought the quilt was too thin, so she brought me a particularly thick quilt to help me sweat and continue sleeping. The quilt was too thick and made me feel uncomfortable. I stretched out my hand to breathe, but felt too cold. Retract. I wandered around half asleep and half awake like this five times. I remember once going to the bathroom in the middle of the night. When I stood up, I felt that my feet were unsteady and my head was dizzy, as if I had been spinning in circles for two hundred times. In the morning, my mother took my temperature again, and it was still over thirty-nine degrees. My father came back from the night shift and asked me as soon as he saw me: "Do you want to go to school today?" When I was about to say that I wanted to go, my mother said, "Let's forget it." Dad also agreed and asked Teacher Wang for sick leave. At this time, I felt like vomiting again, so I had no choice but to give up the idea of ??going to school. After a while, I suddenly vomited it out, but felt dizzy. My mother decided to take me to the hospital. The doctor said that this kind of cold was a bit difficult to treat and could not be cured in one day. What should I do when I hear this? What to do with today’s notes? What to do with today's homework? What about today’s homework correction?
Hey - it’s so uncomfortable to be sick today. A 500-word essay on what it feels like to be sick 7
I don’t get sick very often, but sometimes I really want to get sick, because then I can just stay at home and sleep. No need to go to school or do homework, how comfortable that is! But once, I changed my mind.
The reason I got sick that time was because I tried to cool off while doing my homework the night before and was so hot that I only wore a shirt. As a result, in class the next day, I felt groggy and confused. After four classes, my efficiency was definitely 40% lower than usual.
When I got home at noon, I leaned on the sofa listlessly. My mother came over and touched my head. It was indeed very hot, so she told me to lie down quickly and said, "Don't go to class this afternoon." After hearing this, I should have been happy, but I couldn't be happy at all. I just hoped that I would get sick soon. alleviate.
After taking a nap at noon, I still felt unbearable pain. My head, stomach, and whole body felt uncomfortable. It was hot when I put the quilt on my body, but it was cold when I took it off. I wanted to vomit but couldn't. It's hard to express the discomfort in words!
I finally waited until my mother got off work, and she bought me a few boxes of medicine. I quickly picked up the medicine and took it. I didn't expect that the medicine was so unpalatable. I almost swallowed it several times and spit it out in pain. My mother had to grind it into powder, and I held my nose and drank it. Unexpectedly, after taking this medicine for two days, I still didn’t feel better, so my mother had to take me to the hospital for injections.
We came to the injection room, and the nurse aunt smiled and picked up cotton wool to disinfect me. Suddenly I felt a little cold, and my muscles suddenly tightened. The nurse aunt took out another two or three-inch long needle and injected it. I immediately felt my muscles swelling and pain. I bared my teeth and shed tears. The next day, I refused to take the intramuscular injection, so the nurse had to give me an intramuscular injection. Although this kind of injection is not very painful, I still don’t want my aunt to get it wrong because I don’t want to take a second injection. Time passed by minute by second, and more than two hours later, the nurse came to pull out the needle. She pulled the needle back, "Ouch!" I couldn't help shouting in my heart: "What the hell?! Pull it out!" The acupuncture is more painful than a needle stick!"
The feeling of being sick is really uncomfortable, and I still feel scared when I think about it. It not only caused physical pain, but also left me with a lot of homework. I never want to get sick again. A 500-word essay on the feeling of being sick 8
That night, I was quietly shrouded in darkness. But I felt dizzy and my whole body was extremely cold, as if I had been thrown into an icy world.
My head is getting more and more dizzy, as if the whole world is spinning with me.
My whole head felt like it was filled with paste, making me feel dizzy and uncomfortable.
Recalling the night before, after I returned home from the training class, I watched TV leisurely and ate snacks. That life was so comfortable!
Looking at it now, it is simply a paradise and a hell!
I suppressed my dizziness and brewed several packets of medicine. After gulping down the medicine, it seemed to have no effect.
The scenes in front of me seemed to blend together. I didn’t know who was rubbing them into a ball, and I closed my eyes in a daze.
In the middle of the night, I kept feeling cold sweat on my head, and I raised my arm with difficulty to touch it. Forget it, forget it, I closed my eyes again.
Not long after, I climbed up and rushed straight to the toilet without even putting on my shoes. well! Sure enough, I ate too much the night before! But it is no longer useful to regret it at this time.
That’s all, get up, walk into the room, and have a good night’s sleep.
The next morning, when I was woken up by my parents, it was already very late. But I was still dizzy and my legs and feet were sore. well! It was so uncomfortable! I had no idea of ??getting up.
Alas, I got up helplessly and went to see the doctor. After all this tossing, I felt better mentally, but my body was still limp and I couldn't exert any energy.
Compared with "heaven" and "hell", naturally no one likes hell. The feeling of being sick is not pleasant. I really feel that I need to be content with my current life! A 500-word essay on the feeling of being sick 9
"Sneeze - sneeze -" I kept sneezing, and the tissues around me were piled up like a hill. "I've already had a fever-reducing injection, why is my body temperature still so high?" Mom said to herself while touching my hot forehead.
That day, when I took out the thermometer from my mouth, I was shocked. It turned out to be 38 degrees. My mother took me to the hospital in a hurry. I was secretly happy: Haha, I can finally rest at home.
As soon as we arrived at the hospital, a pungent smell came out to greet us. I couldn't bear its "enthusiasm", so I covered my nose and ran away.
"Zhou Chenlu!" A doctor called my name loudly. After the doctor's diagnosis and treatment, the doctor wrote a page of "crazy grass" in the medical record. I thought I could go home and sleep in. But my mother pulled me into the infusion room as fast as flying. The beautiful nurse aunt "generously" gave me two large bags of saline, my God! How long will this last? My happiness has been reduced by half.
At the beginning, I still had some patience, but patience is always limited. As time goes by, my patience will flow away like running water. I'm starting to get bored. Every time I look up, I feel that the salt water has not diminished. After a while, the elder sister sitting opposite me hung up the salt water. After a while, the salt water bag of the elder brother sitting next to me was also empty. I looked up at my salt water bag - there was still more than half of it. I was wondering: Why did the salt water flow so fast in their place, but when it came to me, it seemed as if it was frozen and motionless?
From seven in the morning to twelve noon, the hospital became my "second home", and bitter medicine became my "must-have snack"...
Illness It tastes so uncomfortable! A 500-word essay on what it feels like to be sick 10
When I was studying calligraphy on Friday, I suddenly felt a pain in my stomach. It was a very strange pain that came one after another.
As before, I would be fine if I drank some boiled water or made some afternoon tea, but this time drinking boiled water did not help, nor did I go to the clinic to prescribe medicine. My stomach still hurts. After returning home, my mother saw that I was hunched over and feeling very uncomfortable, so she sent me to the hospital overnight.
During the B-ultrasound, the doctor’s aunt squeezed something icy on top of something that looked like a small stick, and then used the small stick to rub it on my body. My stomach felt cold. I was terrified, afraid I was seriously ill. Fortunately, the aunt said: "It doesn't matter, just give me a diaphragm and it will be fine." Only then did my heart calm down. Although my stomach still hurt, I kept silent because I was afraid that my mother would worry about me.
Later, we went for a skin test. I didn’t like the "little steamed buns" the most, but the careless nurse actually took my medicine by mistake, causing my hands to swell twice. A bag and a lot of time wasted. Although the small bag on my hand is small, it really hurts. In addition, my stomach hurt, and my whole body shrank into a ball.
After 20 minutes, the small bumps on my hands finally subsided, and it was time to take the intravenous injection. At first, the medicine wouldn't drip down, and then I almost had to pull out the needle and give it another injection. Fortunately, another nurse aunt discovered that the tube of the hanging needle was twisted and quickly adjusted it. Luckily it was just a false alarm, otherwise I would have had to get another shot.
The nurse aunt explained that this medicine must be dripped slowly. My mother adjusted the elastic valve of the hanging needle to the minimum, then hugged me and sat on the chair. This injection was really slow. It took more than 4 hours. We didn't go home until almost 5 o'clock in the morning. My mother and I were exhausted.
Alas! Being sick is really unpleasant and makes my mother exhausted. I really hope I never get sick again! A 500-word essay on what it feels like to be sick 11
My good friend is sick. I saw his uncomfortable look, and it reminded me of the time when I was a child and tried every possible means to get sick. But since I got sick, I realized how uncomfortable it feels to be sick.
I remember that my younger brother was sick. I asked my father to play with me, but my father seemed to be possessed and walked around my brother. My mother also ran to buy medicine. My mother usually But I never do foot baths. Looking at my mother's retreating figure, I know that getting sick is something that can be dealt with by sending out an army.
When it was time to eat, my mother actually bought her favorite food. The younger brother immediately started to devour the pepper chicken. My mother kept adding more to the younger brother and told him to eat more. You are sick and need to replenish your body. A huge wave arose in my heart and overturned the boat in my heart. Now, the whole family is running around for my younger brother, who has exceeded my mother's rights, and I have been directly ignored. At this time, I decided that I would also get sick.
After I took a shower, I poured cold water over my body, and I ate everything my mother wouldn’t allow me to eat...
Finally, I fell ill, and my mother went immediately when she saw it. My father was asked by me to buy roasted chicken. Grandma and grandpa were on standby. I felt exhausted in bed, but when I thought about the harassment, my saliva kept dripping. Haha, that’s great. I have roasted chicken. .
When it was time to eat again, my stomach kept fussing, as if the food in my stomach was at war. Help, my stomach hurts so much. My father immediately drove me to the hospital. .
After I finished the injection, after a while, my stomach finally stopped hurting. My mother helped me buy my favorite roast duck. My mother had a slight pain in my stomach after washing it last time. , there is no taste at all.
I now understand that being sick is not fun and will only burden the family. A 500-word essay on what it feels like to be sick 12
I have been in poor health since I was a child and often catch colds. Whenever I get sick, I have to go to the hospital to get an injection. I remember one time, I took 20 injections to recover, so my hands were full of needle holes. Therefore, I am very afraid of injections.
Once, I caught a cold for some unknown reason and had to get an injection again. I was very scared, so I always tried to hold it back and made it look like I was about to vomit. My mother noticed something was wrong and asked me: "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?" I quickly said: "No way, I'm very fine!" But as soon as I finished speaking, I felt a soreness in my nose, and then I took the shot. A big squirt. My mother understood immediately and said angrily: "Just tell me if you have a cold. If you keep hiding it, wouldn't it be more serious?" So, I was taken to the hospital by my mother.
When I came to the hospital, a smell of medicine hit me. When I came to the pediatrician, the doctor gave me a few injections. I was very irritated because there were children crying everywhere. When we arrived at the infusion room, the nurses inside were all busy. Although people called them "angels in white," I didn't like them at all. It was my turn. The nurse who gave me the injection looked very gentle. I obediently stretched out my hand to her. The moment the needle penetrated, I covered my eyes with my other hand in fear. The nurse quickly Then he stuck the needle into my hand. My hand hurt so much that I wanted to take the needle out, but I still controlled myself and didn't touch it.
It was already 11 o'clock after the injection. My whole body was weak, my stomach was empty, and I felt very uncomfortable. After the doctor pulled out the needle, I felt dizzy and there was still a taste of medicine in my mouth. It's like this every time after an injection. I feel weak and want to vomit.
The feeling of being sick is really unpleasant. A 500-word essay on the feeling of being sick 13
On a snowy morning, when I saw other children wearing down jackets and gloves on their hands, they were happily playing in the snow and making snowmen. , snowball fights, and I can only stay at home. I have no choice. God is unfair. I don’t catch a cold when I don’t, but I catch a cold at this time! But it’s okay, can a little cold be cured, sister? Sister must find a way to sneak out!
"Cao Yu, come here quickly and drink the medicine!" At this time, a voice came from her mother's mouth. ah! I don’t want to drink that bitter and ugly medicine! I couldn't help shouting in my heart that I was unlucky, but there was nothing I could do. Who told my mother to be on the same level as the ancient emperor at home? Wearing a lot of clothes, I was stunned, with several big "reluctances" written all over my face! I slowly took the cup, hesitating in my mind whether to drink it, but finally decided at the last moment. I took the cup suddenly, held my nose with one hand, and drank the medicine in the cup with a look of death. The appearance of the land. ah! Very good! I saw that the medicine in the cup was almost reaching the bottom, and I almost jumped three feet high, but I didn't, because I knew that I was still drinking the medicine! After drinking, I said to my mother: "Mom, I went back to the room to do my homework!" But when I returned to the room, I was not doing my homework, but thinking about how to sneak out.
I sat on the bed, staring at the alarm clock without moving. About ten minutes later, I opened the door and looked outside. It was fine. Mom was in the kitchen and dad was sleeping. I stood on tiptoes, trying not to make a sound. Slowly, I slipped out and immediately ran towards my friends. I played with them in the snow and had so much fun. I looked at the time. I felt that my mother would be furious if I didn't go back, and my cold would get worse. I had no choice but to say goodbye to my friends one by one and sneak back to my small room.
As expected, my cold got worse again when I returned. Eh! It feels so uncomfortable to be sick! A 500-word essay on the feeling of being sick 14
When I was a child, I was very naughty. I remember one time, my grandpa was sick and we went back to visit him. I saw grandpa lying on the bed, watching TV and eating, while grandma was still looking at him diligently. I was extremely envious: It turns out that when you are sick, you will receive such high treatment! Suddenly I thought of a good idea.
When I got home, I turned on the electric fan and air conditioner. My mother hurriedly turned off the electric fan and air conditioner and said, "No matter how hot it is, you can't blow like this. You'll catch a cold." Dad said, " It's okay to turn on the electric fan, but it needs to be turned down." So I turned on the electric fan and stood in front of it. The wind blew over me, it was so cool.
In the evening, I opened the quilt, but my mother came over to cover me with the quilt and left. I had to wait for my mother to leave and secretly opened the quilt. I was woken up by the cold in the middle of the night, shivering from the cold. But I still gritted my teeth and persisted.
It turns out that when I saw my grandpa being sick, I was thinking: If I get sick too, can I be like my grandpa? I can eat, watch TV, and do what I want to do in bed, and my parents are taking care of me. How happy I am!
Early in the morning, I fell ill as expected. Although it was very uncomfortable, I was still secretly happy. But my mother quickly took me to the hospital and gave me an injection. It hurt so much that I screamed. I thought it would be better when I got home, but I didn't expect to take medicine as soon as I got home. After taking the medicine, my mother gave me my favorite food, but I couldn't take a bite. During lunch, when I was about to eat meat, my mother stopped me and said, "You are sick. You can't eat meat or oily food." I panicked when I heard this. Starve me to death.
The feeling of being sick is really uncomfortable. I will never dare to be clever again. A 500-word essay on the feeling of being sick 15
Now the weather is getting colder, and even the air has a cold smell hidden in it. Now is the peak period of the flu, when the virus is raging. Many students in our class are sick, and of course I am no exception. This illness made me deeply realize how uncomfortable it is to be sick! On Friday, I felt very dizzy. During class, I always felt like I was "flying in a cloud". I couldn't listen to anything the teacher taught me. It always went in one ear and out the other. The phlegm rustled in my throat, and my coughing almost turned into a sad piece of music. Even my speaking voice changed. It was as hoarse as a duck's. My forehead felt a little hot, and I couldn't eat anything. I had no appetite and because I was sick, I gave up my favorites "Golden Crab Claws" and "Magic Man". Finally it was time for school to end. As soon as I got home, I fell asleep and slept until eleven o'clock at night. I didn't even eat dinner. I couldn't fall asleep after eleven o'clock. As a result, the whole house was full of chickens all night. The dog jumped.
At three o’clock on Sunday morning, my parents accompanied me to the hospital to see a doctor. First, the nurse put a thermometer in my mouth. I was really not used to having something cold under my tongue for a while. Fortunately, it only took three minutes. Seeing that my resistance was so poor, the nurse put a mask on me. This mask made it much more uncomfortable for me to breathe. Then I went to draw blood. I was so scared that the hairs on my hair stood on end. I closed my eyes and felt the piercing pain flowing in my arms. Then the doctor asked me to go for a skin test. I stared at my hand and saw a needle-like silver object piercing my arm, followed by a bulge on my arm. Twenty minutes later, I went to hang up the needle. I hung up for a full two hours, wasting my precious time.
The feeling of being sick is unpleasant!