Some time ago, my grandson was hospitalized with acute gastroenteritis and received an intravenous drip.
And my son and daughter-in-law rushed back overnight, and when they learned the truth of the matter, they scolded me severely.
But I didn't dare to say a word, because I knew that the cause of my grandson's acute gastroenteritis was mainly me.
It was my attempt to save trouble and take advantage of small advantages that led to such a result.
Hello everyone, my name is Liu Guixiang and I am 60 years old.
This year, my grandson is in the first grade of elementary school.
Because my son and daughter-in-law had to work in the city, I couldn't take care of my grandson, so I took care of my grandson, picked him up from school, and cooked for him.
My wife left early, so after my son and daughter-in-law were not at home, only my grandson and I were left to live together.
But frankly speaking, I don't know why, as soon as people get old, my inertia starts to rise, especially after moving from the township to the county seat, I don't want to move even more.
I used to live in the town, go to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, and less than three minutes passed, and whatever I wanted to eat, I could buy a little by myself and deal with it.
But since I live in the county seat and take care of my grandson, I think there have been more troubles.
I have to get up before dawn every day, and then I need to make breakfast for my grandson, and when she finishes breakfast, I have to walk him to school.
Since I couldn't ride a bicycle or an electric car, we had to leave early to take him to school.
After that, I had to walk home, and then I was at home all day, waiting for my grandson to pick him up from school when he was about to get out of school.
Frankly speaking, it's fine from Monday to Friday, because after I send my grandson to school, I can go to the vegetable market to buy groceries and come back with the evening.
But when it comes to the weekend, I hate it because I don't want to go out the door.
I have inconvenient legs and feet, and when I am older, I always like to watch TV at home.
It was because I didn't want to go out, and by chance, I found that the people next door ordered takeout and didn't eat, so I found one of the conveniences.
The house next door, a new tenant, is a young, special house, according to my observation, this person has nothing to do and almost does not go out.
Every day at noon and at night, I order takeout, and every time I order takeout, it takes a long time to come out and get it.
One weekend, the young man next door went out to play, and the address for ordering food at noon was wrong, and he went back here.
Later, the delivery man came and knocked on my door, saying that the person next door would not come back, and that the fried chicken was for us to eat.
It's also my fault that I enjoyed this convenience for the first time, and since then it has been out of control.
After that time, one weekend, I couldn't sleep well because of insomnia, and I didn't want to get up to cook until noon the next day.
But my grandson was hungry and always screamed beside me, so I got up and made food for him.
I didn't want to get up, so I asked my grandson to open the door and see if the takeaway next door was not at the door.
That time, it just so happened that the grandson brought back a rice bowl and devoured it outside the house.
This time, there was no movement from the house next door, as if nothing had happened.
Sometimes laziness is like that, once there is one, there will be two, and then later, every weekend, when my grandson is hungry and I don't want to cook, I will ask him to see if the person next door has ordered takeout.
Once, twice, three times......
After three times, the young man next door finally knocked on the door and asked me if I had seen the takeaway at the door.
At that time, I subconsciously said: No, I didn't see it, I don't know.
Although the young man was puzzled, there was no evidence after all, and he didn't say anything.
Since then, I have asked my grandson to take out several times.
However, last weekend night, retribution came, and it was also when I began to regret it.
Last Sunday night, I was so tired when I came home from a hangout with my friends that I wanted to make a bowl of noodles for my grandson with some lean meat.
But the whole person had back pain and weakness, so he asked his grandson to simply wait to see if there was any takeaway.
After a while, the grandson came in with a takeaway.
I didn't care about my grandson when he was eating, and I didn't come out to see what was going on until he was jumping up and down.
The grandson said: It's so spicy, it's too spicy, he wants to drink water.
I looked at the box and found that it was full of big red peppers, which looked very oily and spicy.
I looked at the notes on the label, and the spicy bullfrog was written, which belonged to the spiciest kind.
I grabbed the remaining small piece of meat and put it in my mouth, and immediately felt that my taste buds were going to be **, and my whole tongue was numb, followed by crazy haas.
This level of spiciness, even an adult who eats spicy all year round can't stand it, let alone a child.
I immediately angrily counted down my grandson: You can eat it so spicy, don't eat a piece, almost all of it was eaten by you.
But the grandson was already in tears at this time, and the whole person kept saying that he wanted to drink water.
I quickly poured him a glass of water to drink, and I poured myself a glass too.
After that, I saw my grandson's whole lips red, holding his stomach and motionless.
According to my old man's opinion, this is too spicy, just get some sleep and get up tomorrow to go to the toilet.
But at 9 o'clock in the night, not long after the child fell asleep, he rolled on the bed with his stomach in his hands, and kept saying that his stomach hurt.
Frightened, I hurriedly carried him on my back, went downstairs to stop a motorcycle, and went to the hospital.
After an examination, it was said that it was acute gastroenteritis, and he was hurriedly given medicine and arranged a bed for intravenous drips.
This scared me, in this case, I didn't dare to hide it from my son, and told him about his grandson's situation.
The little couple was also in a hurry, and they couldn't afford to wait for this kind of thing, so they immediately drove the car, came back that night, and hurried to the hospital.
The grandson, whose son was driving on the bed, was very anxious, and the daughter-in-law kept asking what the reason was. At first, I didn't want to say it, and I didn't dare to be embarrassed to say it.
Let's just say that the food is too spicy and it hurts my stomach.
The son immediately said in a hurry, did you make it, or did you make it in the store outside.
After learning that it was done in an outside store, my son angrily asked me to take him to that store, and he wanted to evaluate it to see if the person was unqualified.
After many inquiries from my son, I still told him the truth about this incident.
The son was surprised when he found out, and then said angrily: Mom, how can you do this? You're stealing from other people, now it's okay, retribution is coming.
I said angrily: I will have to settle accounts with them when I go back in a while, this eighty percent, it is the people next door who deliberately ordered such a spicy food for children, it must be this reason.
The son said: Mom, don't toss, today's matter, we don't take care of it wherever we go, it is our own business to take other people's things, even if we eat bad bodies.
Others didn't let us pay for the meal, which was already very face-saving.
Hearing my son's words, I began to realize the seriousness of the matter.
Because I understand that my grandson has a bad stomach, I am sad, but what makes me feel even more guilty is that my old man has set such incorrect values for his child.
The son said, "Don't take the good for the small, and don't take the evil for the small." "Maybe take a takeaway, I don't think anything. But the grandson has developed this habit since he was a child, and what will he do when he grows up.
After my son said these words, my old face turned red and I couldn't say a word anymore.
The grandson took a leave of absence from the beginning of the week and spent two days in the hospital before returning home last night.
After returning home, the son gave his grandson a long time of ideological education alone, and criticized for a long time about taking takeaway from the next person's house.
After doing this, I asked my son if he needed to apologize for the incident.
The son said: Coming to apologize is not the best solution, during this time, you took a lot of people outside, went to the supermarket to buy two cartons of milk and put them at his door, it was regarded as compensation.
From now on, don't take other people's takeaways, and people will understand.
I followed my son's practice and put two cartons of milk at his door at noon today, knocked on the door a few times and went back to my house, hoping that he would understand.
After experiencing this incident, I have learned a profound lesson, and in the future, I will never dare to have this bad habit again, and I hope everyone can take it as a warning.