I ask myself this every day, when I see all those around me spend too many days/weeks in them.
Currently, my cousin's fiance/baby mama is in the hospital. She's been in there for a week now, and the doctors can't seem to diagnose her. She went to emergency after having bad headaches, nausea, and vomiting for a few days.
They think that it's aseptic meningitis coupled with gallbladder disease. Or pancreatitis. Time will tell. She's on heavy duty painkillers/antinauseants/antibiotics. I went to visit her yesterday and I can confidently say that I am sick and tired of fucking hospitals. If I never have to set foot in one again, it'll be too soon. Mind you, I work in one, but it doesn't seem like it.....for some odd reason.My mom said that I was in the hospital for a week when I was a baby, but of course I don't remember that. Since then? Nothing.
Seems unfair.
I just want C to get better and come home. I enjoy her so much. She's such an amazing person.
For now, I am counting my lucky stars.
Have you spent time in the hospital? If so, why and for how long?
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I was at Sick Kids for nine days when I was six years old. I had open heart surgery. 9 days to a six year old is like 3 months! I still can’t believe it was only that long.
The nurses and patients I met there were awesome. There was this one roomie I had that was 8 or 9 years old. She had been there for a long time – she was a regular (I can’t remember why). She had a bold and mischievous personality, and used to get in trouble because she would take pizza slices from the nurse’s station, and hide them underneath her mattress. She made me laugh. I enjoyed my time there so much, that I remember feeling sad when my parents said that I was going home.
Now that is a great hospital stay! I hope they still have great staff like they used too. In my opinion, good nurses are the difference between a good hospital and an excellent one!
Thankfully, I haven’t been in a hospital overnight since.
Walking in a hospital as an adult is like walking into another world. It gives me an uneasy (ebegebes) feeling that I can’t place or truly describe. Perhaps it is simply because of the reason why I am there; I am not the patient.
I don’t know why some people, as an example, may never so much as get a cavity, much less break a bone in their body, and others are not so fortunate.
I try not to figure things like that out; it just leaves me with a headache otherwise. So, I choose to count my blessings, and pray for those souls that do have to frequent the hospital.
Nat
Side note: I have been conscious of how many “!” I use. Thanks for nothing! :P
Something I ponder often.
I too am a lucky duck. I have only been in hospital over night to birth my kids.
However I have had to spend far too much time in and out of hospitals with family and friends. I try not to think about it too much. I try to have faith that everyone's life journey is their journey for a reason.
I feel that when I go through shitty experiences or watch people go through shitty experiences it makes me a more humble person that is thankful for the simple things. Mind you I first have to get angry and pissed however I tend to come to this peace most of the time.
Kristin
I have been in the hospital a few times - breast lumps removed (thankfully not cancerous), tonsils out, adenoids out, gall bladder out... but more often than not, it has been day surgery.
I have only spent the night in a hospital after having my 3 kids, and I couldn't wait to get out of there. The beds are made with some kind of plastic material that is noisy, and elevates my body temperature to an unbearable degree as every minute passes laying in the same spot.
I am scheduled for surgery this coming February and have to spend a few nights in the hospital and I am NOT looking forward to it!
CB
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