I'm sure that each of us at one point in time spent some time in a hospital. Well, most people aren't very happy when they're in the hospital. I know one such person and she has a story to tell of her "imprisonment" on the third floor of a hospital. At the age of five she had already been in and out of the hospital so often they had a room reserved for her. The third floor, three doors down from the nurses' station. Her story is as follows:
"As a quiet, blonde-haired green-eyed child I had ear infections that, more often than not, I had to be hospitalized for. When I was younger (much younger than the age of five) I had a severe fever that blew a hole in my left eardrum 'big enough to drive a truck though' as some doctors put it. Percentage wise, 75% of my eardrum had a hole in it leaving me almost deaf. Because I couldn't hear well I could speak but few words. I took speech therapy from a southern lady and picked up a heavy southern accent my parents were none too please about.
"Anyway, you don't want to hear about that. When I was five I was again in the hospital for an ear infection. I guess you can say I hated that place. I was terrified of doctors and was positive their sole purpose in life was to make mine miserable. I took it in my head one day to escape that place if it was the last thing I did. Determined to be free I announced to my mom in my five-year-old accented voice, 'I bustin' outta here!'
"My mother simply smiled, 'Okay dear.'
"Getting on my stomach I crawled army style out of my room and pressing close to the wall and the floor proceeded to make my way to the elevator. Suddenly, I realized a flaw in my scheming. How was I going to get the elevator open without being detected? I had no choice but to wait for the elevator to open on its own and then slip secretively into it under the unsuspecting noses of the nurses. I was under the counter of the nurses station and my heart pounded with excitement of freedom. The elevator opened and freedom was in sight. I was almost free
Kaitlin, what are you doing out of bed?
Caught! Alas, my hopes of freedom had been dashed by a simple question! I had been found out, betrayed. My freedom had been snatched from me by the nurse that stood guard at the nurses station.
She had to remain in the hospital the rest of the week. Years later, after ear surgery was far better than it was when she was five, she had surgery to patch the hole in her eardrum. Her northern born and bred parents have attempted to break her southern accent and in some instances they have succeeded but I still have more of a southern accent than my parents would like.
(c) Kaitlin
"As a quiet, blonde-haired green-eyed child I had ear infections that, more often than not, I had to be hospitalized for. When I was younger (much younger than the age of five) I had a severe fever that blew a hole in my left eardrum 'big enough to drive a truck though' as some doctors put it. Percentage wise, 75% of my eardrum had a hole in it leaving me almost deaf. Because I couldn't hear well I could speak but few words. I took speech therapy from a southern lady and picked up a heavy southern accent my parents were none too please about.
"Anyway, you don't want to hear about that. When I was five I was again in the hospital for an ear infection. I guess you can say I hated that place. I was terrified of doctors and was positive their sole purpose in life was to make mine miserable. I took it in my head one day to escape that place if it was the last thing I did. Determined to be free I announced to my mom in my five-year-old accented voice, 'I bustin' outta here!'
"My mother simply smiled, 'Okay dear.'
"Getting on my stomach I crawled army style out of my room and pressing close to the wall and the floor proceeded to make my way to the elevator. Suddenly, I realized a flaw in my scheming. How was I going to get the elevator open without being detected? I had no choice but to wait for the elevator to open on its own and then slip secretively into it under the unsuspecting noses of the nurses. I was under the counter of the nurses station and my heart pounded with excitement of freedom. The elevator opened and freedom was in sight. I was almost free
Kaitlin, what are you doing out of bed?
Caught! Alas, my hopes of freedom had been dashed by a simple question! I had been found out, betrayed. My freedom had been snatched from me by the nurse that stood guard at the nurses station.
She had to remain in the hospital the rest of the week. Years later, after ear surgery was far better than it was when she was five, she had surgery to patch the hole in her eardrum. Her northern born and bred parents have attempted to break her southern accent and in some instances they have succeeded but I still have more of a southern accent than my parents would like.
(c) Kaitlin
