A trip to the Hospital
A post about how much we dread going to Hospital,
or you do if you are me..
I hate going to the hospital.
I dislike it because I have to deal with memories of being in a Psychiatric Hospital.
I argue with my GP,
and try to find an alternative option.
But sometimes I have to go.
I arrive early, book myself in and wait.
I hate the bright lights,
the noise, the rush.
I just want to go home.
Here is what I do to help myself..
I promise myself a treat later.
I will go to the town and buy myself a present.
I bring a Comfort Bag,
in which I keep a magazine, a bottle of water, and anything that I feel will help to keep me calm.
That could be a card from a friend, or a tiny cuddly toy.
I am not embarrassed by my Comfort Bag,
as I believe I need this extra help.
I need the water,
as sometimes my throat is dry when I try to speak to the Doctor.
I wish going to the Hospital was easier.
But it remains a challenge.
Things to be grateful for..
* the Hospital has a new cafe which sells real coffee,
not like the raw, throat-burning stuff of before.
* You can have lovely cakes now, and hot chocolate!
* When I went in September, I got the all clear!
* So I did not have to be inpatient!