When I was about three years old, I had a double hernia operation.
I have snippets of memory. Vignettes.
I remember the doctor coming and taking off the bandages.
Ouch.
I remember having scrambled eggs for breakfast one day.
They were a little runny.
I remember Auntie Rose and Uncle Moe came to visit me.
They brought me a toy.
It was a monkey hanging from a wire.
Push the buttons and the monkey flipped over the wire.
Funny monkey.
I remember the blue cart I pedalled around.
Weeeee!
I remember the boy in the room next door.
His leg was in a cast.
It was suspended from a triangle in the ceiling.
I visited him and sang to him and kept him company.
What I don't remember, but what my mother will tell you, is that I didn't want to leave the hospital. In fact, I made such a fuss when it came time to go home that the nurses said it was no problem to leave me there another day or so. I was a joy to have around; they were more than happy to let me stay.
Isn't that just nauseating?
So I got to stay in the hospital a couple more days.
Play with new toys.
Make new friends.
(Thanks to One-Minute Writer for today's inspiration!)
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7 comments:
the eggs were runny ?
Your only comment on a thoughtful thing ?
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Little children of the future will remember that the hospital was directed by the insurance company to boot your butt home, 24 hours after surgery.
My daughter had many hospitalizations before age 2. She doesn't remember any, but the smells in hosptials and nursing home give her anxiety attacks.
I was born on December 20th, and my mom went home on the 23rd and left me in the hospital until after Christmas so she didn't have to deal with me. Can you imagine? 1st that may explain some of my issues. 2nd they barely let chronically ill babies stay that long now days.
If you acted like that now in a hospital they would move you to the psyche ward...
Hmmmm...
That might not be so bad, you don't have to cook there!
(sorry)lol
I had a cyst removed from my leg about 2.5 and remember the hospital and I was happy there too, but happy to come home too. These days, the hospital would turf you the same day of the operation!
what's not to like? back when i had my kids i loved to be tucked up in a bed that i didn't have to make and served food 3X times a day that i didn't have to shop for and cook!
and when the baby cried, the nurses came and took him/her away so i could REST!
bliss!!
when it was time to leave they had to pry my hands from the bedframe and shove me out of the door, kicking and screaming.
;-)
When I had my second child, I was in the hospital, start to finish for 11 hours. And they had the nerve to ask me if I wanted a wheelchair... ummm, yes, just had a watermelon ripped from my body... little sore here.
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