I was 11 years old, and was admitted to the hospital being treated for “breathing difficulties”, they were considering an Oxygen Tent to help me along, but had decided against it for the moment anyway.
I’d been diabetic for eight years I guess, and was doing my own shots, knew my exchanges, etc. I even “fell in love” with one of the young pretty nurses that visit, but that’s another story.
I was sitting in the room, laying in the bed… watching TV, waiting desperately for cartoons to come on… waiting an eternity, as the sun crept across the sheets… I felt ~pretty good~, even started wanting to be outside again… it smelled funny in the hospital and I missed my cat.
I was tired, exhausted having been on all kinds of weird meds, stuck in a room, not able to do anything so I moved around the last of my “dead” string beans from my broiled chicken lunch and laid down for a quick nap… mom was coming soon and bring me a surprise!
I woke, 4 nurses, (one of the pretty ones) and two doctors were screaming at the top of their lungs. “…STUART, CAN YOU HEAR ME… COME ON STUART, WAKE UP…”
The light in my eyes hurt but I opened them anyway, groggy as hell, wondering what the heck had happened ? “…I can hear you just fine W-H-Y are you yelling at me…???” the doctor talking to the nurse at the doorway “cancel the code… he’ll be fine…”
One of the nurses stayed wiped me down with a washcloth, my arm, gown covered in blood where they had jamned the IV in hard and fast. She helped me with a fresh gown, watching my eyes… “you back to us hon” and smiled relieved.
t was a stupid question, but she meant well. "Yeah… " I said pausing not wanting to be angry at her “I’m ok”.
“…NEXT TIME make sure you eat all your greenbeans so this won’t happen again”
Its been almost thirty years since that event, and hey the fact they gave me far too much Regular didn’t have anything to do with “it” right? Boiled to death greenbeans, world renown for their sugary goodness…
Anyone else have a war story from their recent or ancient past ?