When I was much younger, I thought it would be fun to be in
the hospital. For nothing life-threatening, of course. Maybe to get a
tonsillectomy or have a baby.
Now that I think about it, I just wanted attention. Maybe some cards and
flowers would’ve been the cure.
Instead, my first visit to the hospital was not so great. Honestly, I can’t
remember most of it. I guess I learned my lesson there. Now, I have been
hospitalized more times than I can remember. And it is not fun.
I guess whoever said to be careful what you wish for was
absolutely correct. Now I am wishing I had never seen the inside of a hospital—as
a patient, anyway. I visited more than my fair share of family members, and I
had a lot of meetings at hospitals because of my line of work.
In conclusion, I guess I would prefer not to go to the hospital again. As a
patient, I mean.
Totally unrelated, I had a very bad impromptu power
wheelchair practice session in the basement over the weekend. It’s one thing to
go down a long, empty hallway, and entirely another to drive in a place with
obstacles. I will go back for more, though. Because that is what I do.
