The Hospital: Heaven and Hell
I've tried to smile at all the doctors and nurses who've walked into my room, clipboards in hand and questions on the tip of their tongues. My medical history. My comfort level. And, my favorite, "How are you doing?" Usually I'll just say, "I'm here" and leave it at that. After all, how great can I be doing if I'm stuck in a hospital bed?
|My room for a bit...|
I should be in college classes right now, watching the second hand of the clock tick closer to the freedom of Friday nights out with friends. Tonight, I should be relaxing in my dorm room, shrieks from midnight surfing expeditions and volleyball games drifting in my window and urgings from my dorm mates urging me to abandon the homework and help pierce Sidney's ears. My biggest worry should be whether or the not the cute sophomore seated next to me likes my personality or my homework grade, not how everyone will react when I walk onto campus with a tube taped to my face.
As a celiac, I already eat gluten free while my friends chow down on pizza. I already dodge culinary social events with the footwork of a ninja. And now the doctors tell me a feeding tube will become my newest fashion accessory around my college campus.
Because you know what? I'm tired of being different, tired of my health setting me apart from others. I don't want my identity - the sick girl - to be established before my mouth even shoots out a joke.
When I suffered a meltdown after hearing about my upcoming hospital stay, they surrounded me in a group hug and postponed dinner to cuddle and watch TV. The day I left, they slid cards and homemade gifts under the door, along with promises to keep me in their prayers. And when I posted a picture of my hospital bed, they made me laugh by linking the music video, "Eye of the Tiger."
|A few of my going away presents...|
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