What’s the story behind the photos on your phone that you are most reluctant to delete?
When it comes to the photos on my phone that I am most reluctant to delete, they may be different from those of many people. The photos in many people's mobile phones that they are reluctant to delete may be of male and female friends, or of relatives and friends who have left. It is the portraits that carry a relationship. But the photo in my phone that I hate to delete the most is two cold canes.
This records an unforgettable experience of mine. I bought a new mobile phone around November last year, which means that I started recording photos from scratch. And in December, something happened that I still can’t forget. On the day of December 12th, in the early morning, I was shopping at a certain store to buy Double 12 items, and I went to bed later than usual. The morning of the 12th was Monday, because I didn’t sleep well at night and it was too late. Short, I stayed up for a few minutes longer when I got up. This made me very tight and urgent when I went to school later. It was getting colder in December, so I put on a pair of velvet high-heeled boots and hurried out towards school. By this time, all my roommates had already gone out early, and I was the only one who wanted to stay in bed because of my procrastination. Now. Because our dormitory is on the sixth floor, we usually go down the stairs in a hurry. The problem is that we go up the stairs every day.
Because it was really late, I had no choice but to rush to the teaching building in a hurry. The students around me who were going downstairs were also in a hurry, probably because of their inner anxiety and the impact of this emotion. Infection, I also want to go down the stairs quickly. At this time, I made a big mistake with my high heels. There was a gap between the heel and the sole. When I went down the stairs, they happened to hang on the 90-degree angle protrusion of the stairs. Before I could react, I He fell down the stairs. At that time, I felt like I couldn't get up, and my arms, hands, and legs were in great pain. I struggled for a while but still couldn't get up. Fortunately, a classmate I knew met me. Thinking about how embarrassed I was at that time, she helped me up and I couldn't stand up. I had to take off my shoes in the winter and wear them. Sock hopped back to his dormitory on one foot. After she sent me to the dormitory, she gave me some safflower oil. At that time, I thought it was just a sprained ankle. I thought that if I applied the medicine, everything would be fine. However, things didn’t go as planned. I persisted and took a bucket of safflower oil. After applying cold water and applying cold compresses, there was still no change. I thought I might need to go to the hospital.
After waiting for more than an hour, our classmates finished class. With the help of friends and classmates, we took a taxi to a nearby hospital. We were all nervous while waiting for the photos. After the results came out, we were still worried. I was really shocked. I actually had a broken bone. The fibula in my lower leg was broken. With the help of the doctor, I put on a plaster cast and bought crutches, a toilet and so on.
From then on, an extremely inconvenient life began. I am very grateful to my classmates for all their help during the fracture. This also taught me a lesson: I must be careful when going up and down stairs!