Post by Birdybot on Jul 13, 2009 12:55:35 GMT -5
OK, Ko was talking IBS in the Cbox, so I descided to start a thread about our experiences with hospitals.
I must have an extremely good immune system or something, because I never seem to get ill. At least, never severely. Most I've had was probably when I threw up from the top of my bunk bed- and I didn't even feel ill at all then. Unfortunately, that was in a week off school. I've never missed a single day off school in my entire life, which kinda proves this. Urgh. So, I've never been to hospital for actually being ill.
However, I am probably one of the most accident prone people you will ever meet. Give me something dangerous, and I'll do it no problem. However, something safe... you wouldn't want to be within a three mile radius.
Righty ho, let's start with the first accident. Not an accident as such, but this was when I was first born. On the day I was born, I suddenly put on a lot of weight, as all babies do... then I went way down. We still have my chart; I go down while the correct weight and danger zone both go up. So, yeah, basically I was starved, 'cos my mum wasn't making any milk. I had to be fed from a cup, 'cos I didn't want a bottle.
Next, when I was three. Wow, I didn't have school then. Lucky. Anyway, I was jumping on the sofa with my brother, 'watching' the Telitubbies while my mum got dinner, and I slipped. And fell. And got a huge gash on my head where I hit it on a 'saftey corner' designed to stop people cutting themselves. Apparently you could see my skull. We got a paramedic over, and they said to get an abulance. I remember being in the abulance. It was fun. And my room had lots of Thomas the Tank Engine in it. I didn't stay the night though. Head wounds bleed a lot, and I was only three, so I was allowed straight through to be opperated on. I had four stitches, I think it was. I still have a scar.
When I was six, I was scootering (a nice pink Barbie one) down my road, when I turned a corner and whacked my head on a wooden post. There was another severe cut, and I remember my mum holding her hand over it, her hand covered in my blood as it dripped to my eyes. There was a really freaked out guy who offered us a ride to the hospital, but we turned it down because we were right outside our house.
The following year, I was in a car park when I fell over and slashed my elbow open. My mum though it needed stitches, but my dad didn't let me go to the hospital because he wanted be to be there for his concert (he's in a band and has loads of concerts called gigs). I have a scar for that one, but it's brown not white.
When I was ten, I fainted for the first time (my blood pressure is so low it's off the chart) and smashed my two front teeth clean in half. I went to the hospital then to see why I fainted, but the dentist's were closed so I couldn't go until the following day (as if I got any sleep). They fixed it, and had to take the nerves out which was too painfull and gross for me to go into detail. A couple of months ago, one of them broke again in the MIDDLE OF A MATHS EXAM!!!! That made everyone freaked and shocked, especially when I came back two hours later, before regestration so it didn't count as an absense, completely fine and not in pain, teeth good. It didn't hurt, cos of the nerves gone. They didn't even have to inject me when they used a drill.
How about you? What have you done to go to hospital?
I must have an extremely good immune system or something, because I never seem to get ill. At least, never severely. Most I've had was probably when I threw up from the top of my bunk bed- and I didn't even feel ill at all then. Unfortunately, that was in a week off school. I've never missed a single day off school in my entire life, which kinda proves this. Urgh. So, I've never been to hospital for actually being ill.
However, I am probably one of the most accident prone people you will ever meet. Give me something dangerous, and I'll do it no problem. However, something safe... you wouldn't want to be within a three mile radius.
Righty ho, let's start with the first accident. Not an accident as such, but this was when I was first born. On the day I was born, I suddenly put on a lot of weight, as all babies do... then I went way down. We still have my chart; I go down while the correct weight and danger zone both go up. So, yeah, basically I was starved, 'cos my mum wasn't making any milk. I had to be fed from a cup, 'cos I didn't want a bottle.
Next, when I was three. Wow, I didn't have school then. Lucky. Anyway, I was jumping on the sofa with my brother, 'watching' the Telitubbies while my mum got dinner, and I slipped. And fell. And got a huge gash on my head where I hit it on a 'saftey corner' designed to stop people cutting themselves. Apparently you could see my skull. We got a paramedic over, and they said to get an abulance. I remember being in the abulance. It was fun. And my room had lots of Thomas the Tank Engine in it. I didn't stay the night though. Head wounds bleed a lot, and I was only three, so I was allowed straight through to be opperated on. I had four stitches, I think it was. I still have a scar.
When I was six, I was scootering (a nice pink Barbie one) down my road, when I turned a corner and whacked my head on a wooden post. There was another severe cut, and I remember my mum holding her hand over it, her hand covered in my blood as it dripped to my eyes. There was a really freaked out guy who offered us a ride to the hospital, but we turned it down because we were right outside our house.
The following year, I was in a car park when I fell over and slashed my elbow open. My mum though it needed stitches, but my dad didn't let me go to the hospital because he wanted be to be there for his concert (he's in a band and has loads of concerts called gigs). I have a scar for that one, but it's brown not white.
When I was ten, I fainted for the first time (my blood pressure is so low it's off the chart) and smashed my two front teeth clean in half. I went to the hospital then to see why I fainted, but the dentist's were closed so I couldn't go until the following day (as if I got any sleep). They fixed it, and had to take the nerves out which was too painfull and gross for me to go into detail. A couple of months ago, one of them broke again in the MIDDLE OF A MATHS EXAM!!!! That made everyone freaked and shocked, especially when I came back two hours later, before regestration so it didn't count as an absense, completely fine and not in pain, teeth good. It didn't hurt, cos of the nerves gone. They didn't even have to inject me when they used a drill.
How about you? What have you done to go to hospital?
