Melinda B.
When picking up my son's birth certificate it dawned on me that the hospital shouldn't have let a woman doped up on Percocet and Morphine fill out the paperwork.
When picking up my son's birth certificate it dawned on me that the hospital shouldn't have let a woman doped up on Percocet and Morphine fill out the paperwork.
The last thing I heard before going under anesthesia was the nurse saying, "Oops."
When the surgeon asked me if the woman in the waiting room was my wife, I wanted to say "Someday, I hope."
There is no square box space on the calender for "3am emergency room visit with daughter."
As I overheard my employees gossiping about how I "need to get laid," I had to wonder, would that prescription change if any of them knew I am a recovering sex addict.
The three of us laughed together for nearly an hour in a conversation begun by the phrase "Dad got transferred to a mental ward!"
Shortly after a palliative care nurse suggested Preparation H as a treatment for my weeping induced under-eye bags, my mother, who was dying of cancer, opened her eyes and left me with these parting words of wisdom to sustain me after she died: "Whatever you do, Petunia, do NOT put ass cream on your face."
Fear and heartbreak clutched at me as they tightened the handcuffs on my wrists and took my baby girl away - because I'd been responsible enough to bring her to the hospital.
I watched her tiny tummy sucking in, her skin pulling tight against her ribs, her hand involuntarily closing on my index finger as she struggled for every breath, and I thought, "One day, is one day too much to ask?"
The night I was in the hospital was the night I fell for the boy I had only known a week.
I was bleeding and in pain, but I had to laugh when the ER nurse asked the guy in the next room, "You swallowed HOW MANY toothbrushes?"
I blacked out and woke up in a bigger hospital one hundred miles away from the first when the neurosurgeon flicked my big toe.
I know doctors hear it all, but how many other people fracture their hand while rapping on the wall to try to get the neighbors to stop having such loud sex?
I could hear him screaming, "WOO!" all the way from the hospital waiting room.
It's never like the movies...we pulled the plug and he took two hours to die.
I watched the fireworks that night through the window of my wife's room at the hospital.
The minute you walked away, I knew you weren't a man.
After that horrible accident, my mom was on a ventilator and I was the only one who could understand that she was asking to die.
As I lay on the operating room table, I held my breath to watch the heart monitor slow down and then let it go to watch it speed up again.
After severly hurting my foot, losing my job, being evicted from our home without cause, nursing my 3 year old through strep, picking my fiance and his totaled car up at the hospital, and going into debt, I wondered, "what else can happen in one month?"