I thought I’d make my next blog post a part two of my post made a couple on months ago, “Humour Helps”.
The reason being is that I’ve just been reminiscing with my dad about my times in hospital… As a baby and most recently. He’s told me a few tales some of which I do remember, others I don’t (mainly the baby ones) and I thought I’d share some of them with you😊
So, let’s begin..
The flying dummy
Yes…. You read that right. This tale involves me (as a baby) and a dummy which resulted in my parents and my nurse becoming speechless, confused and yet… amused.
As I think I’ve mentioned before, due to the nature of my condition and surgeries I was having, I was kept in hospital for 6 months when I was born. As I’ve always been told – I was born on the hottest day of the year and came home on the coldest day of the year. And on a few occasions, I was kept in an open incubator to allow room for my organs to slowly, with the help of a bull dog clip and pen, gravitate into my body.
Due to the surgery and because I was very fidgety (like most babies I assume), I had to basically be strapped down so I didn’t move. (by strapped down I mean my legs and arms were taped down so that I wouldn’t touch my stomach) Also because I couldn’t intake orally, I was given a dummy/pacifier with the aim that it would feel like I was eating/drinking.
However, after a while of having this dummy/pacifier I apparently realised that I wasn’t gaining from this device. I was not in taking food or anything. I decided I didn’t want it anymore didn’t I. So… and my parents still aren’t sure how I done this… I shot this dummy out of my mouth, up into the air, across the room and towards the crib far opposite me…
So basically I shot a dummy from my mouth to the other side of the room. Bare in mind I was not that close to other babies, there was no one else in the room and my hands and feet were taped down… How the hell did I manage that?
Apparently my dad, my mum and the nurse just looked into the room from the corridor in disbelief🙈😂
Folding the newspaper
Okay so in this story I apparently am about 1 and a half years old. Me and my parents were attending a hospital appointment.
My dad was sitting there, reading a newspaper when he glanced down at me who was looking at the newspaper as well as looking up at him. I made it clear that I wanted that newspaper… So my dad gave it to me and positioned my hands as if I was holding it from both sides.
Now apparently I tried really hard to at least look like I was reading it (by moving my head side to side😂) during which, a few staff members and a couple of patients noticed and started cooing and giggling at me. I must have noticed this because apparently I somehow managed to bend my thumbs over, neatly bending over the newspaper enough so my little head was peering over the top…. And I just glared at those laughing at me… With a stern look on my face.
It’s safe to say I had the whole waiting room in stitches…. 😂(excuse the medical pun)
Mischevious Ted
Fast forward a few years to the age of 15/16…. I still like to entertain my fellow patients, carers and nurses/doctors the best I can during what can be a stressful and difficult time.
This time it involved my beloved Teddy at the time, Lucky. Yes I called it Lucky because I won it at a tombola a good few years back and it felt like an appropriate toy to bring with me to hospital, to hopefully bring some kind of luck whilst I was going through all sorts.
Now, Lucky was involved in many shenanigans…. But I think this is one of the best moments.
So I was in my own room at this point. I was stable, getting by. And the day nurses were getting to the end of their shift and so were doing their ward rounds whilst showing the night nurses what the day had in store for the patient and what’s to be involved in their night care.
When my day nurse got to me, she stood in front of the door to my room. The night nurses gathered round her, facing her and the closed door. My nurse began her serious talk on what medicines I was on, what my care was etc..
During which my dad decided to ask me if he should take Lucky and make him peer through the window in the door… Of course I said yes! 😂
So.. My dad picked up Lucky and proceeded to make him “walk” and “wave” in the window of the door. All we heard was the night nurses laughing and the day nurse being like “what? I’m just giving you a list of her medication and does… What’s so funny?” 😂😂😂
After the ward round, my day nurse came to my room and told me and my dad that she was so confused as to why everyone was laughing at her serious talk about me and my condition.. Until she turned around and saw a bear waving to them in the window🙈😂😂
And I think I’m going to leave that there for now…. I’m sorry its only 3 stories but I’m getting a bit tired reminiscing and typing😅😂
I have plenty more stories to tell though so stay tuned😉
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