In real life or work and study, many people have had the experience of writing essays, and they are all familiar with essays. Through essays, we can gather our scattered thoughts together. So have you ever understood composition? The following is a 150-word essay describing injections that I collected for you. I hope it can help you. Essay describing injections Part 1

This afternoon, my mother took me to get vaccinations.

When you get there, as soon as you enter the door, ah! There were so many people. My mother went through queuing, filling in books, and paying fees, and then came to the injection room. When the aunt gave me the injection, it really hurt! My tears burst out. With the encouragement of my mother, I finally held back the tears and finished the typing. I got dressed and came out. I went to play happily again. Essay describing injections Part 2

I went to get an injection today, and during the injection process, the nurse aunt gave me disinfectant. I was so nervous when the injection started! As the pain continued, I felt no pain at all, like being bitten by a mosquito. The nurse aunt touched me, and I couldn't feel the pain of the needle inserting into my skin.

The injections day after day don’t hurt at all. Now that my illness is cured, I’m so happy. I don’t want to get sick again in the future, because it’s even more uncomfortable to drink bitter medicine! Essay describing injections Part 3

This morning, I went to the Maternal and Child Health Hospital to get a vaccination. It has been a long time since I had an injection.

I saw that my one- and two-year-old little brothers and sisters were very afraid of injections and started crying when they didn’t get to the place where the injections were given. When it was my turn, I was not afraid at all. It hurt when the needle was pricked, but it stopped hurting after a while. Am I very strong? Composition describing injections Part 4

In the morning, the teacher led the students in our class to get vaccinated.

I have been afraid of injections since I was a child. Every time I go to the doctor, I always cry and make a fuss. Today I saw that none of the children in the class were crying. I felt embarrassed to cry because I didn’t want my classmates to say that I looked like a coward.

When it was my turn, I was so scared that I quickly closed my eyes. When the needle stuck into my arm, I gritted my teeth and persisted. Now that I think about it, I was really brave at that time.

When I got home, I told my dad about today’s injection, and my dad said I was a man. Essay describing injections Part 5

I fell ill two days ago, and my mother took me for injections.

But after I got there, I was very scared. No matter what I said, my mother would be angry. She was really scared when she saw such a long needle going into her butt. The aunt who gave the injection said She told me that it wouldn’t hurt at all and that it would be fine soon, so I mustered up the courage to go to the injection site and asked my aunt to give me the injection. My mother covered my eyes so that I couldn’t see, seriously. Soon, I didn’t even feel the needle when I pulled it out. If I get another injection next time, I must be brave. Essay about injections Part 6

Recently, I got tonsillitis. The doctor at the street clinic said that injections are not only effective but also heal quickly. Dad ignored my crying and screaming and pushed me into the injection room. Looking at the sharp needle, my scalp felt numb, my teeth kept chattering up and down, and I cried loudly.

But the doctor didn't seem to hear anything and calmly wiped my butt with wet cotton wool. I immediately twisted my body and tried to break free, but my father held me tightly. When the needle was about to touch my skin, I cried and shouted: "I don't want the injection, I would rather die than get the injection."

But no matter how "crazy" I went, the doctor still let the needle touch me There was a "close contact" with my butt. I didn't dare to cry out about the pain, and I stopped struggling. I was afraid that the needle would break in my butt if I moved around at this time. The fight was finally over, and I had no energy left in my body. Composition describing injections Part 7

The cold winter has arrived, and many people are sick. Today, I was also sick, and my mother took me to the hospital.

The doctor said: "I need an injection."

I was very scared, so I cheered myself up while walking and said to myself: The injection doesn’t hurt, the injection doesn’t hurt...

As soon as I walked to the door of the injection room, I heard a child. The cries were sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low. I was so scared. Their cries stung my heart like needles pricking my arms, and my steps suddenly slowed down. Finally, I mustered up the courage to step into the injection room. I saw the nurses busy dispensing medicines and giving injections, and everyone was waiting in line. I felt much calmer. After a while, it was my turn. I rolled up my sleeves and boldly stretched my arms in front of the nurse. The sharp needle pierced my arm. It hurt, but I gritted my teeth and did not cry. The nurse praised me for being so brave!

After the injection, my mother also praised me for growing up! Essay about injections Part 8

Today, my mother took me to the hospital in Taoyuanju Community, Shenzhen to check the mosquito bites on my legs.

When we arrived at the hospital, we found the doctor who was treating me. He gave me an injection. The injection site was the middle finger of my left hand. (Note: Haha, sorry, I was so scared that I cried.)

A few minutes after tying the middle finger of my left hand, I saw my mother holding a bottle of white stuff. I didn’t know what it was. But I didn’t ask either.

After a while, I had to get an injection again, this time in my left arm, but. This injection surprised me: it actually didn’t hurt.

After a while, I said in surprise: "Do we still need an injection?"

Mom said: "Yes."

As soon as we finished talking, we really got the injection. Entered the blood vessel... Essay about injection 9

Today, some of our classmates had injections.

When we got there, everyone was very nervous. The doctor took off my clothes and brought the needle over. I closed my eyes tightly. The doctor picked up the needle and immediately injected it. When it was inserted, I felt as if I had been bitten by a mosquito. It didn't hurt at all. , after finishing typing, I found a seat to sit, and we sat there until the second class was about to arrive before we went back. Now we are much braver than before when we get injections. We don’t cry or scream because we have grown up and therefore we won’t cry anymore.

Finally, I want to say "thank you" to the doctor for helping us get the injection. Composition describing injections Part 10

At noon on Sunday, grandma said she wanted to make dumplings for dinner. She mixed the noodles and stuffing and went out.

Looking at the noodles and dumplings on the chopping board, I suddenly thought that I might as well help my grandma make dumplings. I asked my brother to make the dumplings together. After a while, I made more than half of them. At this time, grandma came back. Well, I was waiting for his praise with joy. Unexpectedly, grandma frowned. My brother and I were puzzled, so we asked grandma if we could make dumplings.

Hey, it’s not that you didn’t wrap it well. Grandma said a little helplessly that when I was just mixing the stuffing, I found that the salt was gone. I went to buy cigarettes, but unexpectedly you started wrapping it. Me and The younger brother was dumbfounded when he heard this. What should he do? Suddenly my eyes lit up, and I said, wouldn’t it be enough to put Yanqiao’s saline solution and then use a disposable food injection to inject it into the dumplings? Grandma laughed when she heard it and even praised me for being smart.

After a while, the steaming dumplings came out of the pot. My family took a bite one by one and it was so delicious! Essay describing injections Part 11

When I was very young, I was particularly sensitive to pain and was particularly afraid of injections. Whether it is a small hanging needle or a large and thick blood drawing needle, I will always feel a deep sense of resistance in my heart.

I remember when I was sick when I was a child, my mother took me to the hospital to see a doctor. The doctor said that if you want to get better quickly, you need to take injections for three days. When the doctor said this, my expression changed instantly. I hid behind my mother and cried, not wanting to get the injection. My mom asked me to calm down. When the nurse aunt came to me wearing a mask and a white plate that smelled of disinfectant, my fear could no longer be suppressed. I burst into tears again, and the entire hospital corridor became uneasy. In the end, my mother had no choice but to go to the doctor again and asked her to prescribe medicine for me to take home.

Until now, when I am sick, I don’t take injections, I just take medicine. My mother said that I am a child who has not grown up. Essay describing injections Part 12

When I was a child, I was particularly afraid of injections.

One time I had rhinitis and had to have fluids. When the nurse aunt took cotton wool to disinfect my hands, I kept my hands hidden behind my back, and my mother grabbed my hands and stretched them forward. She said: "Don't be afraid, it will be fine in no time." The nurse aunt said: "Little man, be brave." When the cotton wool was rubbed on my hands, it felt cool and I was a little nervous. My mother asked me to turn my head and covered my eyes with her hands to prevent me from seeing the needle. I felt like I had been bitten by a mosquito on the back of my hand. Soon, the nurse aunt said: "Okay, you are such a man, you didn't even cry." I laughed, and so did my mother.

Since then, I am no longer afraid of injections. Essay describing injections Part 13

Being strong is the ladder to success. In life, only by having a strong will can you achieve success!

Last Sunday, I caught a cold and had rhinitis. I blew my nose every day. My mother saw me and said, "Kangkang, stop blowing your nose every day. I will take you for treatment in a few days." I After hearing this, I asked curiously: "How to treat it?" My mother paused and said: "I should get an injection!" I was shocked when I heard this. But despite all my efforts, I still couldn't "fight" against my mother, so my mother took me to the hospital for treatment. I looked at the long needle and was shocked. I thought it must be very painful. But I overcame my psychological fear and stretched out my hand. When the needle pierced the blood vessel in my hand, I thought it would hurt, but the aunt didn't feel any pain at all and only felt a slight coolness on my hand. After a few days of injections, my cold finally got better.

Through the injection, I understand that as long as you are strong, you will definitely succeed! Essay describing injections Part 14

Once, my throat felt uncomfortable, and my father carried me to the hospital on his back.

After queuing for a long time, it was finally my turn. The doctor took my temperature for a while, asked me to open my mouth wide, and then said with a serious face: "The child has a serious throat infection and needs an injection." ". When I heard the word "injection", I cried "Wow" and kept repeating "I don't want injections..." My parents patiently comforted me and said, "Don't be afraid. Only by getting an injection can your throat not hurt and recover quickly."

I squeezed my mother's hand tightly, staring at the doctor's every move, and pressed my body tightly against my mother. When I saw the sharp, long needle dripping with medicine, I was too scared to open my eyes. After a moment of stinging, I felt a cold liquid slowly flow into the back of my hand. The nurse sister smiled and said to me: "Kid, you are so brave!" At this time, my mood slowly calmed down. I fell asleep unconsciously. Composition describing injections Part 15

"Help!" Help! "I'm going to get an injection today.

Today I am carrying as much weight as a mountain, and I am about to fall down. Finally at noon, my mother took me into the hospital with me like a stone.

As soon as I entered the hospital, I heard crying. The hospital seemed to be a place dedicated to killing children.

As soon as I entered the consulting room, I shouted, "Oh my God." "Here, there are scissors, needles, poisons, and suction tubes.

The injection started. I was very scared. After swallowing, I bravely stretched out my little hand and asked for a doctor first. Then, she applied some alcohol on it. She sucked up the liquid and pricked the blood vessel. At that time, every muscle in my arm was tense, and it seemed that even the needle could not be inserted. Finally, she pressed it. I felt no pain at all during the injection, just like a mosquito bite.

It turned out that I was not afraid of the injection. 16.

Today, I was sick. My mother took me to the hospital to see a doctor. I was very reluctant, but there was nothing I could do. My mother and I came to the clinic. The doctor asked me to sit on a chair, and then took out the stethoscope and listened to the left and right sides of my body. Then he said: Get an injection.

When I heard the word "injection", my legs went weak.

I was dragged by my mother to the place where the injection was given. There were so many people taking the injection. We waited for a long time and felt uncomfortable every minute we waited. Finally it was our turn. I felt so nervous. My heart was beating like a little rabbit. My mother seemed to see through my mind and let me breathe a sigh of relief. Then she covered my eyes and the doctor started the injection, but it didn't hurt at all. After the doctor finished the injection, he pressed a small piece of cotton on the wound and let me go. Only then did I realize: the injection didn't hurt at all. Essay describing injections Part 17

Yesterday, I caught a cold, and my father took me to the community clinic to see a doctor.

The doctor gave me a thermometer and checked my temperature. It was 38.3 degrees and I had a fever. The doctor said, "Let's get a shot." I said, okay. Although it was okay, I was still a little worried because it was my first time to get an injection and I didn’t know if it would hurt. The doctor prepared the medicine and prepared to give me an injection. I was scared. The doctor said, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt." and gave me an injection. I was brave. I didn’t feel any pain at all, and I didn’t make a sound. The doctor said I was a good child.

After the injection, my father took me home. Essay about injections 18

After dinner today, I felt a little dizzy. My mother said maybe I had a fever. My mother measured me with a thermometer and it was 37.5 degrees. My father measured me again and it was still 37.5. After a while, my father said: "If you have a fever, go get an injection."

Dad drove my mother, me and my brother in the car, and we went to the community service station. When I arrived, the doctor asked me to take my temperature. It was still the same as at home. The doctor said, "Just take an injection. The injection is very effective and heals quickly." When I heard this, I was extremely scared. I was most afraid of injections. I even cried when I took the injection at the epidemic prevention station. I said to my mother, "I don't want injections. Just take medicine." My mother disagreed. After a while, the nurse came to me with a syringe. I was so scared that I wanted to run away. Dad hugged me and forcibly gave me an injection in my butt. It hurt so much that I never wanted to take another injection again. Essay about injections 19

My mother and I hurriedly came to the vaccination station. At this time, I had mixed feelings. I thought that I was older, so I shouldn’t be afraid, but it was scary. The needle was "threatening" me again. well! I had no choice but to bite the bullet and come.

Looking at those three "long queues", I really regretted spending so much time at home!

Just like that, I waited and waited, and when it was almost my turn, someone jumped in line. This aroused strong protests from everyone. After all kinds of twists and turns, I finally came to the place where the injection was given. . "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, my heart can't help but hang up when I hear the cry of the child in the injection room. Who knows how painful an injection will be. The queue here is much shorter. After a while, I'm here. Alas, I had no choice but to resign myself to my fate. "Zi" took a breath in my mouth, and a sharp pain lingered in my arm. It was just a moment. After that, I went home.

This is my injection experience, how was it? Essay about injections 20

I have been coughing for the past few days. My grandfather said: "I drink too little water", and my father said: "I eat too many things that make me angry"...Dad They bought me medicine and took it, which made my condition worse and worse.

Today, my father took me to the hospital to get an injection. After the medicine was prescribed, I saw the nurse coming over with a needle to give me an injection. I felt very scared. My father said that the baby is not afraid. It will be fine if it doesn't hurt for a while. When the nurse auntie inserted the needle, I opened my eyes. I didn't dare to look. The nurse auntie said: "Open your eyes after the injection." It really didn't hurt. Why! It was so uncomfortable to take the diaphragm injection, and I was bored to death sitting there for two hours. It seems that I have to listen to my grandpa and dad from now on, otherwise I will have to take dialysis injections. Essay describing injections Part 21

Today, after we finished morning reading, the teacher asked the boys to line up to get injections first, and then the girls.

When we got to the injection place, the boys got the injection first. I felt that the boys were not afraid at all and were really angry. The first boy came out and asked me if it hurt! It said it didn't hurt at all, just like an ant.

After the boys were spanked, it was time for us girls. I was on the ground 5 and the people in front of me were doing it one after another. I felt it didn't hurt at all and I was about to arrive. I was very anxious. I went to the injection room. The doctor wiped my arm with cotton and gave it to the doctor. The doctor said it was okay. The doctor moved my head over and gave me the injection. I didn’t know that the doctor had already pulled it out. I don’t know, I won’t know until the doctor tells me.

The teacher said that the injection went smoothly today and no one cried! Essay about injections 22

Today is Tuesday. During the second period of physical education class in the afternoon, I ran a lap first. The teacher said: "Go back to the shade of the tree!" Then the head teacher, Teacher Lu, came They asked us to go to the Art Building to line up for injections. There was a doctor at the door asking the students if they were sick. Those who were not sick were sitting nearby waiting. It was almost my turn. I was very scared, so I didn’t dare to go over and get the injection. Let other students go first. beat.

After a while they finished the injection, but I was still very scared. Teacher Lu encouraged me many times to get the injection, but I didn’t dare to go. I said to the teacher: "Call my dad!" Then my dad came. , my father said to me: "Wash your face, don't be afraid, boys should be brave, so I walked over boldly and asked the doctor to give me an injection. As soon as the injection was given, I felt a little pain, and then I went to the music room to rest. Five minutes, I'm fine.

I can finally get the injection. I will be a brave boy in the future.