Two More Sleeps

Til shunt surgery. I’m excited, but nervous. I don’t know how long I might be in the hospital. Some people I’ve heard of get out the same day or the next one. I feel like a kid again for some reason. Maybe it’s because it’s the old hydrocephalus kicking in. I know this surgery. It’s not that complicated, but of course, it’s brain surgery, so there’s always some kind of risk. If you’re wondering, I’m going to try to keep up here while I’m in the hospital.

Being in the hospital is such a different experience now than it was when I was little. I used to love how the nurses would take care of me, and I was never scared. I was always there long enougb to have time to recover fully before going back home and then to school.  Now if I’m lucky, I get two days, then they say I’m ready to go.

It’s also weird that this hospital has only private rooms. I appreciate that, because I don’t have to worry about disturbing somebody or them me.

Here’s today’s poem. I wonder if any of you will recognize the scenario.

What goes up must come down
Why now is beyond me

I just started my life
Even though I hate my job
I wanted a chance to find a new one
I wanted a life
I haven’t even had one to flash before my eyes
Mom and Dad
Are gonna be pissed
They’ll think I’m just trying to get out of work
Now there’s nothing left to say but “Oh shit!”

Poor girl, she got flattened by a toilet seat
Falling from the space station….Now she’s a reaper.
Have fun!

 

Advertisement