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.”

First time you hosted your own party

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Well that's Christmas over for another year, I hope you all have a great break over the holidays. Personally, we caught one of the usual bugs that go around at that time of year and it floored us. It seems that bugs just wait for us to get ready to go on holiday and just as our bodies start to relish the relaxation that's coming, wham, it hits you.

So, lots of parties cancelled which was a shame. It leads me nicely into the next "first memory" of a friend of mine. Do you remember the first time you hosted your own party? Were you lucky enough have a birthday party when you were young? Perhaps if was your eighteenth and drinking was legal (in the UK anyway) so lots of fun stories and memories came from that? Maybe, like my friend, you were younger?

Its my thirteenth!

“It was the biggest and bestest party I ever had. I was 13 going on 14. The news of it spread like wildfire, people telling other people in town. It was riotous, absolutely riotous. There was hundreds of people there.

My Mum had hired a function room in a club and they cancelled the booking a week before because they couldn’t handle the function. I was devastated thinking it was all off. Fortunately she managed to get another venue for it for the same weekend.

There were about 240 people there. They were snogging, fighting, dancing, sweating, and probably having sex, who knows. You couldn’t see everyone, although there were good few people that I didn’t really know well at all. You know, those above you at school and such like. But I didn’t care, it was my party and I made sure they knew it!

I got lots of presents too. The one I remember most was my first 12 inch record – it was Sheena Easton’s “Nine to Five”.

At this point in the story she sings to me:....

“My man he takes the morning train......and then he takes it back again”.

I thought it was great, I loved that party!”