Today’s theme is “Hospitals”.

I’ve been in the hospital, as a patient, seven times:

1. I was eight years old and I had some mystery stomach pains. I was never diagnosed with anything, but was there for four days. All I remember was how the staff couldn’t put an IV in, until a beautiful resident (think: Grey’s Anatomy) came in and used a butterfly thing-a-ma-jig to get it in.
2. My cousins (Mike, Dave, and Jackie) and I were playing in the basement of Mike’s house. We got the brilliant idea to play “Hide and Seek in the Dark”. I was it, and ended up running into the corner of the brick faced furnace. We left the party for the hospital emergency room. This being the hospital that we passed on the way to Mike’s. Oddly enough, on the way, I proclaimed, “I’m the only one who’s never been to that hospital.”
3. When I was 19 years old I had a tonsillectomy. I should have had it years before, as a child, but my parents never decided that. Finally, after many years of suffering various throat ailments I decided to have the operation. It was an outpatient surgery and I was allowed to leave once I could drink a whole glass of ginger ale. It was a hard glass to swallow but I did.Funny story from that day:
   After the surgery I was wheeled back up to my room by a male nurse. He was young and quite good looking. While in the elevator, I could feel the gauze in my mouth as I tried to smile at him. He smiled back at me and I remember feeling feeling butterflies in my belly. The elevator stopped, the doors opened, and my grandparents walked in.”Hi, Mishi!” they both exclaimed as they took my hand and kissed my forehead.My grandmother took one look at the male nurse and said in her broken accent, “He’s a babe, no?”I was mortified. I tried to giggle through the gauze. My parents were waiting in the room and after I was settled into my bed I wrote a note asking my mom for a mirror. She handed me a compact from her purse and when I opened it, I was appalled. There was blood crusted all around my mouth, and I looked like a train wreck. All I could think of was the nurse and how I tried to flirt with him, through my bloody gauze. What a schmuck I was, and it was only compounded by my grandmother and her bad timing!
4. Baby #1
5. Baby #2
6. Baby #3
7. Baby #4All of my labors and deliveries were in the same hospital in Buffalo. The staff was always wonderful, and it made for four great experiences. Not only did they take excellent care of me, but they also took premium care of our newborns!

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