Nurse's Day Speech

Dear Leader, Dear Sisters, How are you!

The world is full of thousands of flowers. Some people like camellia because it is beautiful and charming; some people like peony because it is graceful; some people like roses because of its romantic passion. Have you seen a clean white orchid? Have you heard the fragrance of magnolia after the rain? Today, the topic I am addressing for everyone is: "The Magnolia of the Virtuous - the Heart of the Angel"!

"Angel" is the messenger of the legendary god, a symbol of happiness and warmth. Our profession is known as the “White Angel” and is a deep acclaim for the beauty and inner beauty of nurses. A floating white dress is a pure soul; a chic cap is a life-saving task. On countless sunny mornings, we listen to the concerto of the healing dishes; countless sleepless nights, we feel the symphony of survival and death. We all say that we are lofty and great, but who wants to get it, behind this lofty greatness, is actually an ordinary angel heart!
Angels need responsibility. My mother is an emergency nurse. I remember that I was suffering from acute mumps at the age of 6. It happened that my father had been on a business trip for a few months. So when I took care of me, I became a mother. I had a fever for a night. Every night at the mother's night, she took me to the hospital as usual. Just then, an emergency patient was already dying. After the mother hurriedly settled me, she said to me, "Wen Wen, you are a brave child, and my mother is going to rescue the patient now. You will soon come back to accompany you with your mother." I was really sad. The mother only cares about others and ignores the busy footsteps of the mother outside the room. I fell asleep in tears. I don't know when I was awakened by the voice outside the house, pushing the door open, I saw an aunt holding the mother's hand and saying, thank you for your busy night, my child is safe. otherwise. . . . . . Aunt actually cried! Suddenly I think my mother is great. Now I want to come: As a mother, I can't take care of my sick child. But as a nurse can leave everything to take care of other children who are sick, what kind of selflessness and love! Ordinary white angels work quietly and effortlessly for an extraordinary dream. Isn't this a splendid scent of Yulan?

Angels need love and compassion. Nandinger, the founder of nursing, once said, “Nurses must have compassion and a pair of hands that are willing to work.” How many years of age, ushered in how much to send to. Some people have calculated that a nurse has a road that goes down one day and there are as many as forty or fifty miles, and his legs are swollen. Maybe you don't believe it, but please take a look at the varicose veins on the calves of the nurses and sisters. You will understand. I once did a statistic: When I was in the middle of work, I went to the ward to dial 25 hanging salt water bottles and ran 50 baht back and forth; went to the ward to change bottles 26 times and ran 52 times back and forth; Poor infusion requires re-injection of patients, as well as vital signs monitoring for heavy patients once every half hour, replacement of patient-contaminated bed units and some nursing writing work. If I meet a new patient, I really hate that I will not be separated. I am working in the middle of the road and walking on the way home. The two legs are filled with lead. Sometimes I think: the middle class we are on. It is simply climbing a mountain. Although hard, although tired, we are very fulfilling. As Mr. Lu Xun said: “Although I feel faint and thin, I feel happy.” What kind of power makes us so “painful” and “happy”? It was the face that Zhang Anran fell asleep at night when he was inspecting the ward; it was under our meticulous care that the patient who recovered was crying and saying goodbye, even when the patient was in the shift, "You have worked hard!" Strength, whenever I have a strong shock in my heart, a kind of pride and satisfaction will make me straightforward. Magnolia is experiencing severe cold from winter to spring. When people admire the magnolia fragrance under the magnolia tree, can you say that the rustling sound is not a jealous magnolia laughing?

Angels need patience and care. I remember that when I first joined the work, our head nurse Liu Miaoqiu said to me with great enthusiasm. "Our nurses are not only organizers and performers, but also educators and advocates in nursing work. This requires us to treat patients more. Patience, more meticulous work." Yes, when we have worked patiently and meticulously, we will find that we have gotten a lot, a lot. One thing I have never missed. My neurology department is living with a tracheotomy patient. When he is doing care, his secretions will always be ejected from the tracheal tube. It is my turn to do morning care. As usual, I will help him to exhaust the trachea. The secretions in the room, after he is comfortable, carefully clean the bed and replace the bed unit. I have a lot of work. When I finished these things patiently and meticulously, I was sweating. At this moment, the secretions from his tracheal tube were splashed and I was covered in the face. The air was filled with stench. I really have a stomach. Feeling in the mouth, but I suddenly saw that the patient who could not speak was staring at me, picking up the pen with a trembling hand, and struggling to write two words on the paper, two of which I recognized at the time. It’s been a long time to understand, and the two words that will last forever - thank you! At that moment, I was touched by the patient and moved by my work. I feel that this grievance is really nothing!

Do you know that Nightingale’s portrait is printed on the back of the pound? "Burning yourself to illuminate others", Nightingale is a hero and the pride of our nurses. Every real nurse is an angel. It is the nurse's hands to welcome the coming of life; the nurse is fighting against the disease; the nurse is accompanying the pale life. The person who opened the curtain of life is a nurse, a person who pulls the curtain of life or a nurse. We are ordinary women. We are daughters, wives and mothers at home. We are not ordinary women. They are the people who walk with life in this city. Stepping on the footsteps of spring, the "5,12" nurses' day is coming again. My mood is particularly exciting. I will continue to walk with the patient's life, let the patient reduce the pain because of my care, gain something because of my health guidance, and build confidence because of my comfort. I found my own value, I realized the greatness of the ordinary, chose the nurse line, I have no regrets!

Dear friends, when you face the delicate Camellia, face the graceful peony, face the romantic roses, please don't forget the magnolia that is silently dedicated. The clean magnolia is me, we are nurses, white angels. heart!