Reminded of fear
I was talking about my reluctance to go into the hospital last week with
a friend of mine and my daughter, Madeleina, said: "Dad, I think you
always forget that when you were five and in kindergarden you had
rheumatoid arthritis and spent between a month and several months
(depending on which sister is doing the talking) in the hospital. I
think you got hurt by that a lot, so every time you have to go into the
hospital you secretly remember being that little helpless, lonely kid in
the hospital."
She was right and the tears streamed like a
tsunami for an hour. I shut that all out, but when I remember it, I
remember that almost every few days they wheeled one of us out with the
sheet over their faces cause we were in an experimental ward and kids
died. I just buried that, but know that I hate going to the hospital
because it feels like prison where I can't get out. Thanks, Madeleina. I
will start to incorporate that old pain and try to get rid of it since
carrying it around buried so deeply doesn't help at all.
Today I
had the first of my follow up appointments to the recent 8 day stay in
the hospital and I was sort of throwing up going into it because I was
sure the doc was going to keep me there. Wow. I am going back 63 years
to those pains. And I am sorry I am being so selfish when there are
people with no food, people with no friends, people suffering from wars
they have nothing to do with. I would be happy if the universe would fix
them all and then, if it has a little more oomph!, could fix me too.
1 comment:
Pretty smart young woman you have there, Peter.
Here's to a speedy recovery (for the world and you, both)!
Bill
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