I don’t remember my first hospital
visit. Some of my earliest memories stem from when I was four—back then I
frequented the hospital so much that whenever I was admitted, the nurses
greeted me like a favorite niece. More than that, I felt like a momentary
celebrity as I walked through the double doors to my floor and was cheerfully greeted by everyone. Because I was
young, I never thought to wonder why everyone knew me when I couldn’t remember
them. It’s just the way it was. But alas, my flash of fame would vanish as I
would enter my room. Except, if you take away the IV’s and the throw-up bowls, needles,
tubes, and surgeries, it wasn’t so bad. They tried to make it kid friendly. I
even had themed sheets—like 101 Dalmatians. My most common problem was boredom.
As an inpatient, all you have to look forward to are your 3 meals.
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