Its Friday! Time for the weekend! Wishing you all a great one.
For today I am going to ask a few questions...I got them from The Daily Meme and I think they are good questions.
1. Nobody likes hospitals, but can you handle them? Why/why not? I can hardly handle visiting someone in the hospital, let alone staying in one. I always tell my Doctor if they call you and tell you Im in the Emergency Room, give them orders to knock me out! One thing is..I dont ride elevators, I feel like I cant breathe in them. So I will walk 15 flights of steps to avoid an elevator, and thats no lie. When my Father was on the 10th floor (cardiac) I walked it everyday, sometimes twice a day. Of course I was much younger then. The second thing is I have an abnormal fear of being ill. I would almost rather not know if something was seriously wrong with me.
I can handle the Emergency Room as long as I dont have to stay. I am glad they are doing so many things outpatient now. I hate the recovery room though...just let me go recover in my car...I cant stand to look at all the machines they have and wonder if they will use them on me.
2 .Have you had to be admitted to the hospital lately (last 10 years)? How come? What was the turnout? I have not been in the hospital for the last ten years ( knock on wood). The last time I was there was 14 years ago for a gall bladder attack. It was Fathers Day and we had a party planned for my Dad, and he was very ill, we knew it would be our last Fathers Day with him. So I explained it to the Dr. and he let me go after a couple shots for pain and nausua ( sp). He did x-ray my gall bladder which made me very nervous. I dont like to get any tests either. I ask a million questions and not everyone has the personality to deal with someone like me. I have to have somebody with a sense of humor.
3. What's the worst thing about being in the hospital? The worse thing is thinking you may be very seriously ill. If I knew when I went into the hospital I was 100% healthy and they were not going to find anything wrong with me I would be a model patient. I wouldnt ask any questions and I would be calm. But of course, no one knows this and everyone wishes for this.
And did you ever notice the look on your Dr's. face when he is listening to your heart, looking at your x-ray, or whatever? I think its a "concerned" look, and I dont like that. I like them to smile the whole time they are checking you. When my Dr. is listening I ask him how everything sounds before he even gets the stethoscope out of his ears. But he knows me....he always jokes with me...and if he ever had to tell me something bad I do think he would give me a big shot of something to keep me calm.
The first time I got a mammogram was not a good experience for me. After they finished the Dr. ( it was a female) came in and she is looking at the clips of my breasts on the screen and she says " have you always had this thickness over here?"...Im like..."what thickness?" She kept probing it and I am getting more nervous every second. She said " you need a sonogram"...I said "when?", I was ready to scream, run out of the room into the parking lot and just scream at the top of my lungs. And she could see it. She said " lets do it now"......so we had to go into another room.....as I was following her I thought about just taking off, but I had that gown on...so the whole time she is doing the sonogram I am saying.."is it ok?"....finally, she said "yes". She said "you should calm down"..I said "these are my breasts your talking about and I dont take that lightly." I couldnt get my clothes on and get out of that hospital fast enough!
I know that I am completely irrational about sickness. But am I the only one? Does anyone else have this fear? My girlfriend who lives across the street from me used to be just like me. Then she got breast cancer. I didnt know how she was going to handle it. I believe that God gives us strength to handle things we think we can not deal with. I believe that he knows how scared I am of illness, just as my girlfriend across the street was. And I cling to that belief. I spent a lot of time with her that summer, sitting on the porch with her, we talked about everything....and she made it through it with Gods help and she is a breast cancer survivor. And she is a much stronger person today.