You never know where you'll go in the future.
Yes, no matter how rich or poor, you can't predict your own life. Maybe yesterday you were carefree, and today a great disaster will befall you.
That's what happened to me. I was in a car accident and broke a bone, but thankfully, I didn't die.
Before the car accident, my life wasn't perfect, but it wasn't perfect. The husband and wife did not live in harmony and lived their own lives, but maintained a semblance of peace. Aren't most couples in the world like that?
However, on that day, I collided with a small Wuling. I was lying on the ground, and the driver asked me for the ** number of my family, and he wanted to help me contact my family. The heart-rending pain left me speechless. Actually, at that time, I didn't know who to call ** in my heart.
When I asked outsiders to contact my husband, I must have heard blame and complain without saying anything, rather than anxiously asking about the injury. I feel a little embarrassed.
I hurt my right arm and right leg, and I couldn't move, let alone walk. The car driver called 120 for me. I shivered, endured the pain, and with the hand I could move, I pulled out the phone in my pocket. I called my husband** and dialed three times, but no one answered. His ** has always been difficult to get through. It's not that I didn't do it on purpose. When I called the fourth time, I finally got through, and I said I had a broken bone and was going to the hospital. He didn't ask about my injuries, as always, with boredom and blame, and before he could finish speaking, I hung up the **. Forget it, I don't beg you. And I didn't have the strength to discern and explain to him. The car of 120 arrived quickly. I dialed my sister's **, and it was all at once. She anxiously asked me about my situation and then asked which hospital. I had just arrived at the hospital, and so had my sister and brother-in-law. My husband has arrived. Presumably he called my phone back and the person who helped me get it informed him. The hospital was a mess, in addition to the family, there were also people from the insurance company, 120 stretchers, as well as doctors and **. X-rays revealed two fractures. And you have to be hospitalized for surgery. I was lying on the hospital bed, my injured arm and leg were in heart-rending pain when I moved, and I couldn't take care of myself at all, and I had to be accompanied by someone. My husband stayed with me all night. The next day, he was nagging and complaining in the ward, saying that he couldn't sleep well, that it was too cold on the floor, that his waist and neck hurt all night, and so on.
Directly shirked to the child, so that the child will accompany me in the bed in the future.
Fortunately, three days later, I hired a nurse, and while I was lying on the bed, I no longer had to worry about who would accompany me in bed.
Although my injury is not the most serious, the prognosis is poor, and I may be disabled, and I will no longer be able to walk like a normal person. I cried because I couldn't see the future, and no one would comfort me except my clinical patients. My husband would just stare at me with glowing eyes and say to me, you may be disabled. When he spoke, his face was full of excitement and a smile. Although he was not gloating, he was by no means empathetic.
Surgery was done three days later. The surgery was a success. As long as you lie down and don't move, the fracture doesn't hurt at all. I finally relaxed.
My husband was also completely relaxed. Under the pretext that he was busy with work, he only got off work at night and went to the hospital to have a look, and left in less than an hour. Later, I went to the hospital every few days.
While I was in the hospital, he worked overtime on weekends. And he was still in full attendance that month.
After more than 20 days, I was discharged from the hospital and went home. I got out of bed after two and a half months of lying in bed.
If it weren't for the nurse, I would not have been able to eat if I was bedridden.
When I got out of bed for the first time, my heart was full of surprises. I'm on my feet again!
I can finally take care of myself.
But I don't know how to get along with my husband anymore. Is it to tear his face with him, to liquidate his disregard during my bedridden? Or do you pretend that nothing happened, and get along as confused as before?