Another first memory of hospital

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Sorry its been a while since I posted a memory. Time has been flying by and I just got caught up. So I hope you are all well and thanks for stopping by again.

Here's another first memory of hospital. It was told to me by a slightly drunken colleague who still has a passion for disliking her doctor of over 30 years ago!

The bubble

“Well I was a wee tiny person and I had a chest infection. I couldn’t breathe properly. Mum panicked, (my dad was still at work) and phoned the doctor. A Dr Foster. I remember because he was the bad person that put me in hospital! I hated him for it, hated him with a passion. I was two and a half.

Apparently an ambulance came out to the house. Gran had been called as my Dad couldn’t get home quick enough. My mum was hysterical – I don’t remember that but my gran told me later. We got the ambulance to hospital which I have vague memories of in terms of noise and flashing lights.

What I do remember well is being put into an oxygen tent – can’t fail to remember that – a big bubble thing all around me. I was jagged in the bottom because I was that hysterical about being put in the bubble. That calmed me down a bit I suppose.

Time seemed to take forever to go by and I would just lie there as there wasn’t much else to do really. I guess that’s why I may have gotten a bit panicky at times.

Dad was good though, he calmed me down. He sat with me for a couple of days but he was obviously still working. So he’d sit with me and wait till I fell asleep, and then go off to work. I woke up and saw he wasn’t there and panicked. I ripped the oxygen tent and got out, got dragged back by four nurses and injected with god knows what - all because my father wasn’t there when I woke up.

I got discharged later that day – they just wanted rid of me cause I caused so much rumpus in the hospital.”

First time in hospital

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What about those childhood memories for those of us unfortunate to have had a hospital stay at young age? Hopefully you will have only been in a short time and that it was nothing serious, or perhaps you have been lucky enough not to have spent any time in hospital.

“I recall the children’s ward and the colours being bright. I rememeber the pain in my throat and being made to eat cornflakes after my first night in the ward. Yes, I had my tonsils and adenoids out. The matron was cruel and made me eat cornflakes.”

Does this sound familiar to you? Does it bring back some old emotions? These are the memories that tend to shape the impression of a hospital forever and, whilst we know as adults, that it was in fact just that, a childhood memory, it’s a damn hard one to change when you are confronted with a hospital visit or indeed a further hospital stay, as an adult.

Sinus

“I remember I was getting a sinus operation done when I was young. I still have sinus troubles now, but not nearly as bad as they might be if I hadn’t had this operation and the tubes flushed.

When I came round I had all this packing material up my nose. The agony in my face was terrible. I was all nose! I could even see it when I looked down. The packing was white and stuffed up me, at the end they tied this bow – supposed to be funny?! I don’t think so!

When it all was taken out, I really did think that my brains were being pulled out from my head. The sensation was something I never want to feel again. It still sends a shiver down my spine just talking about it.”