Friday, September 10, 2010

Memory Lane Friday - A Time You Were Sick

It's Memory Lane Friday again.  This is a chance to write about your memories, to preserve them for your family.  All are welcome to link up.  This week's topic is 'A Time You Were Sick'.

Unfortunately, I was sick a lot as a kid.  I remember ear infections so painful that I couldn't stop sobbing, my tears dripping down the sides of the red hot water bottle.  In many of my childhood pictures I wasn't smiling - probably because I was always sick.  My ears were infected so much that they developed scar tissue that affected my hearing, and I recall a brief stint with speech therapy as a result.  So it's no surprise then, that at the age of 5, I had my tonsils out and tubes put in my ears.

Now keep in mind that this was 30 years ago, so I'm sure my memories have blurred and distorted with time.  My mother could probably straighten out a few details, if she wanted.  But here's how I remember it.

I went to the hospital with my comfort object, a baby that cried like a real baby.  The doctor claimed that he thought it was a real baby when he heard it in the waiting room. 

I remember the gas, being pushed over my face, sickening sweet, a black rubber mask.  I tried to fight it, and the nurses kept telling me to relax.

I remember itching after getting home.  Which they thought was a reaction.  But which turned out to be chicken pox.

I remember our dog, Ginger, a golden retriever, chewing up one of my favorite toys.  Or maybe she peed on it?  I was really upset.

And then, in the midst of this perfect storm, my mom came into the bedroom carrying some gently cooked buttered noodles, all my raw throat could handle at the time.  Alas, she dropped the noodles.  They splattered all across the floor.  And then I watched, alarmed, as she sunk down and burst into tears.  She must've been so overwhelmed.  And I'm not sure, but the timing might have been right for her to have been just barely pregnant with my younger brother.

Shortly after that, she whisked me down the road to our neighbor's house.  I think we just needed to get out.  So here's a picture of me playing with my friend Adam's smurfs, while he was at school.  I still wasn't able to talk, but I could smile.

Needless to say, I recovered!  And good riddance to those tonsils - I never have missed them a bit.

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Next week has no theme, so be brainstorming for a memory to write about!

8 comments:

Home In The Hollow said...

Oh, you poor little thing! Now I feel bad about picking on you all the time...:( JP

Sonya Heilmann said...

Oh no!

I'm glad you were able to get out of the house for a little while after all that stuff happened. I hope the outing helped your mom feel better, too.

Mere said...

I can't imagine being sick and having to go to the hospital! I know the kids we take care of are usually pretty terrified of any treatments we have to do...I hope you had a friendly nurse! :-)

warren said...

Ugh...I was sick as a kid a bunch too. I was in the hospital several times for week long stays...ugh.

In other news, Smurfs rule!

JDaniel4's Mom said...

I feel for your mom. One illness is all I can handle at one time. Have a great weekend!

Myya said...

Amazing that such a beautiful smile came out on that kind of a day. I am so thankful that I have only ever had to deal with 1 ear infection each for my girls... it definitely was not fun!

A Daddy Blog said...

That's scary stuff. I was hospitalized in The Netherlands when I was 7 and it was hard not being able to speak the language. They spoke good English, though. Nice to meet you. Following from the Mom Loop. Love your blog. Have a lovely weekend.

--Michael (aka: A Daddy Blog)

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Nicole said...

WOW! Glad things went well and sorry you got the chicken pox right after. Cute picture!