søndag 9. januar 2005

Shiny Halls Lead You Straight To Heaven

First of all I want to express, how depressing I think the Tsunami tragedy is; every day I have seen the numbers of the dead rise in the news and those heartbreaking pictures. Because of this I really haven't felt like writing here, at all these days. This is the work of nature, the destruction are not created by human terror and maybe that's suppose to make you feel more calm. But they said they should have been warned, some countries knew about this and did nothing... So, poor people get to die alongside with the rich tourists and in the end, we are all in the same boat. It doesn't matter where you come from, who you are, your face, or your name, nor dreams; everyone are here together... Frail.

I was in the hospital the other day, with a leg wound that won't grow. I was standing there in the shiny hospital halls and because I have been in hospitals, more than most people, I take a strong dislike in those buildings. And those shiny halls, with big doors that open in all directions, makes me feel really dizzy. Maybe it's because I'm overall a nervous type of person, or maybe it's because I have a low blood level. But I'm always afraid I'm going to faint, while standing in those halls. During the female periods it's even worse, but I have never ever fainted.

The day after new years eve, I had to wait for three hours, in the emergency waiting room. Not because I was sick, but because they had decided I had to come around and change the bandages on my leg on Saturday. At least I found that it was better to sit, for three hours, in the overfilled room, than stand in a shiny hallway. You don't have to be psychic, to say that the emergency are going to be stuffed up, with people struck by new years eve crackers, the day after the day. Ah, so much fuss for so little! But I'm glad I'm a patient soul, I can easily wait for three hours without getting mad. I can, because I have learned to be patient, it's one of my greater skills. And while my dad, that was with me that day, growled and moaned and complained and completely poured out his anger, because of the three hours in the crowded room; I had to excuse him. My dad often behaves like an overly spoiled big kid sometimes. Maturity are not one of his favourite Saturday evening drinks. If you know what I mean. My mother are not either very patient and she tends to be VERY expressive about it. Besides she fears hospitals in such extreme levels, that she would only put her foot into one, when forced.

Anyway, in the shiny hospital halls the other day, there was an old woman that started talking to me. And she talked to me like I was a kid, around twelve years old or so. Even though I wore my makeup and everything that day. She even had a grandchild or something with her, that probably were around my age or slightly younger.

-"You don't have to be afraid of the doctor. He's just an ordinary person, just like you and me. And when we die, we all go to the same place." She said.

If she wasn't an old woman. If it wasn't for the fact that what she said, was well meant and what she said, was actually most likely true. If it wasn't for those facts, I would have been slightly offended, because of the way she talked to me. People have often mistaken me for being younger, than my age and it has usually offended me greatly. But in this case I let it brush off. I probably looked worried, standing there in the shiny hallway, with my fear of passing out. Besides you can see in a person's face, if it's a honestly good person or not. This one was not bad.

I just thought to myself; You might be an old woman, with more life experience than me, but I'll bet my bad kidney on, that I have been more in hospitals and met more doctors, than you ever have in your entire life. Besides if I was as old as you are, I would be more afraid than I would be at my age, especially if I happened to be twelve years old.

I wasn't feeling well on Christmas eve, I had a terrible brain pain, probably because I had a cold (feeling better now though). New Years Eve went by without surprise and I seriously hated the Pink Champagne. It was sour and grumpy, cheap and bitter. I drank a few sips and felt the brainpain teasing me again, so I gave it up and brought out the black sparkling love drink; the Coke. This year I didn't even like the New years eve turkey, although the Christmas pork ribs and gravy were great as always (and boy do I love gravy!). And I still got some of that wonderful candy left... Come to think of it; I always have candy.


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From czarandom: Thanks for blogging, you made me smile.

From Raven: Ah, I'm glad I made you smile :)

From kYm - one of the young men: You made me smile too - and I have a hug for you on my newest entry:) Say hello to your father from me and yea, I do got your "further down the spiral". I must remember to bring when I visit you!

From particlebug: HEY ! Dammit ! I took too long to get here this time ! Ive been so happy about staring at my new (used) Monitor that ive forgotten time and place... Sorry about that leg wound :-/ And fun that i put the pink champ glasses on the card.. I supposed you'd try the pink champagne like you wrote in the last diaryentry.. And my new monitor is awesome ! It seems that the problems i had at first are not too serious.. Anyway im going to enjoy it while it lasts .. And about hospitals.. Ive luckily stayed out of them except for a few short visits to do scans here and there.. And ive only been once to the emergency room in my adult life, probably due to some medication that didnt quite behave friendly. And i think im patient too, almost too patient, getting worse lately though .. :-D But atleast id never do like the girl/chick i saw in the local grocery store checkout line who barked "get ON WITH IT, make up you mind" at another early tweens girl (with pink dreads) whose debit card didnt work (she had to call a friend for money). That was really not nice .. Earlier id seen the impatient girl/woman jaw at her daughter for not hurrying past the candyrack or whatever she paused at for two seconds more than her mother wanted to wait.. Well.. she probably was in a hurry :-p And about the Asia flood.. Really bad stuff.. But i hope they dont forget Africa in all this... They are in trouble all the time.. and in just a few 3-4 months as many people die there from semipreventable reasons as did in the flood :-( I hope the Quake arent a sign of more things to come .. Anyway . Fear not i think.. I believe there is more to the universe than what meets the eye ..

From PUBLIUS: Hey keep writing.. I am going on a MLK-Gandhi-Hamilton kick...

From Neil: Nice writing Raven. I hope your leg has improved. Also I wouldn't worry about people thinking you are younger than you are - better than looking old before your time!

From Bernard: Raven, I hope your leg is better too. Keep your chin up and keep writing, okay?

From Raven: To Particlebug: Yes I almost started to wonder where you were. While you have a new monitor, I have a new PC computer mouse. It was about time, the old one was completely messed up. I have been to the emergency about 3 times in my life, I think. It was never anything serious, mostly just me being worried, because I'm like that from having been in hospitals a lot. Of course sometimes people can be TOO patient yes, I have noticed that in myself as well. But then again, there are a lot of people that behave like that girl you mention and they are worse than anything else. They are like a virus. Anyway, I also thought about Africa the other day and I agree with you about that.

To Publius: I'm defiantly going to keep writing, I will never stop!

To Neil: Thanks! My leg wound have not really improved much though. Last time I checked it, they also said I possibly have to get a skin transplant. Which means they cut a piece of skin, from my hip and place it on the wound. But I like to wait and see and try if I can let it grow by itself. Doctors, nurses and everyone else, all have different opinion on how to treat a wound and they even put on the remedies wrong sometimes. Which makes me a bit worried, cause if it would have been dealt with differently, it maybe might have healed quicker. I have a tendency to swell in this foot as well, because of the blood and the wound and such I believe and of course they say it grow slower then. Ah, I really wish I knew more about what to do with it.

To Bernard: Oh, thanks a lot Bernard! That's very sweet of you! I will keep writing absolutely :) Anyway, the leg have to be removed, just kidding. I hope it's going to get better soon.

From PUBLIUS: Keep writing!

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From Raven: WOW PUBLIUS! That's the coolest thing I have ever gotten in my comments! Thanks! I'll let you have a gay hug Kym!