feelings and emotions
Thursday, 9. November 2006, 10:46:13
Later on in life i found out that whem my mother first took me to the doctors he actually missed the symptoms of the brain tumour and said something like i was just seeking attention and needed to be given a good smack, it was actually a doctor at the eye specialist hospital that discovered the tumour. I really felt full of anger and i wanted to get face to face with the guy who said that about me and shout at the weed of a man untill he felt so small, but then what would that have achieved. Maybe if it had been discovered earlier, just maybe - who knows, i hay not have had the after effects i have had, but still not much of a professional doctor if you come out with something like that especially when you havnt checked out all avenues of possibility.
This experience is probably the one that made me have a loathing for going to the hospital, close to a month if not a month (i.e. four weeks) in hospital is enough to put anyone off i imagine - still the food was better back then even if it was mince beef in different guises throughout a week. Plus i used to get loads of toys, lego, star wars figures and stuff like that to balance the constant number of scans, injections and regular procedures of which the removing of the staples from my head not being too pleasant but the worst being a lumbar puncture to remove the fluid from the spine, jees that makes me shudder looking at that link even now.
I remember i used to like the tea time because i used to get lemon cake - mediera cake with lemon jam and cream through the middle with yellow lemon icing on top yum. I still love that to this day, i get it in the supermarket every now and again. I also remember the walks out (well - rides out for me in a chair) to the shops near the hospital with my mam, dad and grandparents, nice doctors in that hospital too although i remember the guy who did my operation i kicked him - not on purpose i dont think, you know the relex test well i have tickly feet or did hehe.
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This experience is probably the one that made me have a loathing for going to the hospital, close to a month if not a month (i.e. four weeks) in hospital is enough to put anyone off i imagine - still the food was better back then even if it was mince beef in different guises throughout a week. Plus i used to get loads of toys, lego, star wars figures and stuff like that to balance the constant number of scans, injections and regular procedures of which the removing of the staples from my head not being too pleasant but the worst being a lumbar puncture to remove the fluid from the spine, jees that makes me shudder looking at that link even now.
I remember i used to like the tea time because i used to get lemon cake - mediera cake with lemon jam and cream through the middle with yellow lemon icing on top yum. I still love that to this day, i get it in the supermarket every now and again. I also remember the walks out (well - rides out for me in a chair) to the shops near the hospital with my mam, dad and grandparents, nice doctors in that hospital too although i remember the guy who did my operation i kicked him - not on purpose i dont think, you know the relex test well i have tickly feet or did hehe.
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