I set my bag on the soft hospital bed. I sat on the chair, hoping that someone would come in soon, and that I wouldn’t be alone. “You alright?” asked the nurse as she popped her head through the opening.
“Yes thank”,
“Settled?”
“Kind of”,
“You can put you clothes in the locker. If that’s okay with you?”
“Yeah, okay, I’ll do that”. I emptied my bag out on the bed and started re-folding my clothes. I opened the cabinet and began to set the clothes in the cabinet just as the doctor walked in with her clipboard and pen. It was time for the questions. My sister came in before her and took a seat on the bed next to mine, because my mum had taken the seat on the chair next to the window and I was on the bed. The doctor made herself comfortable on the bed and got her pen ready.
“I’m just going to ask you a few questions and tell you why you are here. Alright lets begin.” I never really did think why I was going to hospital-I was too nervous.
The question had finished and now was the explanation. “Do you know why you’re in hospital?”
“Is it because I’m under weight?”
“Yes that’s the main point. It is because you are under weight, very under weight so we want to observe on what you eat and drink. And also how often you go to the loo. We also want to take a few tests to see why you are under weight and to see if there is anything wrong inside your body”. That was the reason why I was in hospital. I was a little bit more sacred now that she sake tests, she must have been a mind reader because she then said “don’t worry they are only a couple of blood tests”, I was so relived when she said that. Then finally she left, but as she was leaving another nurse came in, she was wearing a white plastic apron over he hospital uniform that was a sky blue polo t-shirt and navy blue tracksuit bottoms, she was very tall, and she put all her pens in her hair, which I found very new,
“Lunch is ready if you’re hungry?”
“Oh, I’m starving” I hadn’t eaten since eight in the morning, I could smell he food. It smelt fresh and lovely. I walked unto the trolley with my mum on one side and the nurse on the other, who’s name was Clair, I had a quick peek at her badge. My sister was behind again, she looked really bored. My mum chose my lunch for me from the variety, hospital food is not as bad as I sounds-well at least not the children’s wards. That’s when my mum left. Just as I was finishing my lunch, I was so happy to see another family walk in. The mother looked a bit upset, as her daughter looked very ill, she had spots all over her face, legs and arms. But she was adorable; she had curly blonde hair, with sparkling blue eyes, full of tears. She looked just like her de except her dads her was orangey-red. Whilst the nurse was settling them in she asked me if I was okay and that my doctor will be here in a while to do my blood test. Just as the nurse was speaking the doctor came in with a tube and what looked like a label. She came up to me and explained hat the cream would make my skin numb and the label (which was see-through) would keep the cream on my skin. I found this odd because I had never had my blood test like this.
I couldn’t do much with the cream on my hand, so I sat and watched television, which was really boring because there were only children programs on. So I decided to go outside and read a few magazines.
I was really beginning to get sick and tired of the constant screaming and crying of the babies. And I also realised I had forgotten to take my book, so now I was stuck with nothing to do. The play specialist did offer me a few puzzles but as my arm was sill numbed by the cream I was unable to do them.
Not until after I had, had my dinner did the doctor come back to take my blood test. I followed her nervously but not as nervous as the play specialist. We entered a room stacked with syringes and medicines, and the room smelt of really strong antiseptic. I was told to take a seat on ‘the big brown chair’, which was covered with a large sheet of what seemed a tissue. As I took my seat, the training play specialist took one beside me, and the doctor opposite me. As she peeled of the cling film looking label from my arm, she told me to keep still. I didn’t feel a thing when the needle went in or when it came out. I was surprise but glad.
The day had finally come to an end. I survived my first day in hospital. But was not looking forward to spending two weeks in hospital. Maybe more.
By: Aesha Macci 11R
