Hospital – The Do-Over Part 1

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With pain that I couldn’t pinpoint, a swollen belly (which was still held closed by 31 staples), feeling feverish, disoriented and pretty much desperate to get out of my own body, I’d never been so out of control, helpless and at the mercy of those around me.  Trauma staff asked what I wanted / needed and I had no idea.  They eventually decided what jab to give me and I was calmer by the time I reached the ward, readmitted the same evening as I’d come home after the op.

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The Op

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I woke early in the morning and got ready in anticipatory silence to head to the hospital.  I’m impartial to hospitals but I push back the memories of the last major visit I had.  I remembered being forced to get up and walk, the discomfort and physical pain of my surgical wounds.  Oh boy, here it starts…

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