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In your life how many times have you been to hospital and why
Mine's are boring, I'll try and remember.
Week after I was born I had problems eating or something and had to spend week in hospital.
I ran into a door handle when I was young... cutting above my eye and a scar still remains.
I ran into a wall in PE (floor was wet) and got hairline fracture in my wrist.
That's about it
Also the hospital up the road from me is where George Orwell started writing 1984... I suggested they should put some sort of plaque up... they're going to. Hurrah
Funny thing is, I continued messing up my "th-u's" for years afterwards, simply because no-one had EVER told me that it was pronounced with a "th-u" sound and not just an F. Seriously, I never knew that till I was older, so I suddenly stopped using F in such words as "thanks" and "thick"
I never picked up on the fact that people pronounced things differently to me for some reason. Guess I was just lazy, heh
2.i was also born with glue ear so I had to have my adenoids removed 1. opereation and gromits in my ears 2 operations one to put them in and anither to get them out again
3. I ended up in hospital after drinking rather alot at a party when I was in the sixth form (that was pretty embarrassing).
I was in hospital to visit relatives.
Ive been in hospital to visit the dermatologist, i have a common skin disease which the dermatologist described as being "the worst case shes ever seen". Indeed so much so it is untreatable, which was a bummer.
I was in hospital to get a mole removed.
Thats it really.
Mmmm
I had a lazy eye and had to wear patch when I younger, which I thought was cool. Fine now just can't be in airforce or something.
Also when I began talking my words started to sllluuuurrrrr and I had to go to speach guy once a week... ironically I began talking very well and posh... lost that now but I remember asking teacher how to spell cartoons at primary... it must have came out caaartoons and she wrote "curtains"... and sentence was:
" On saturday morning I like to sit and watch the curtains "
:D
I had a lazy eye.
I had the chop.
That is all.
When I was born, my liver wasn't working, so I had to stay in for a while.
When I was 3 I had some kind of virus which made me feel ill at the thought of eating and drinking, was in hospital for 3 days, drip in hand, had lots of strawberry milkshakes, etc.
When I was 9 I slipped and cracked my head open on the corner of a door, had to go in for a few stitches.
When I was 11, I had to go to the orthodontic department of the hospital to have my brace tightened regularly.
When I was 13 I had to go for checkups in the orthodontic hospital.
When I was 15, I had an operation to have teeth that hadn't actually come through removed, as well as some reluctant milk teeth (had around 14 teeth out in total) I also had to go to the physio department for a bad back - only recently stopped.
When I was 16, I had to have some gum cut away as it was blocking the growth of a tooth.
Probably many more times I've forgotten too...
Um, other than that, I've only been to hospital to visit people
1) Playing football, ball came bouncing toward me and it was about waist height. I saw some of the opposition running toward the ball so I dove and headed the ball....... then came a big flying boot which smacked me in the face. Blood pouring down shirt. Scar over right eyebrow. Was quite cool.
2) Walking home from video shop one night. I was walking down one side of a road and my mate was on the other side. I didnt know he was there and he shouted me. I turned around, whilst still walking, and he started talking about something.... I continued to walk forward with my head tuned round speaking to him and then finished the convo. In one motion I started to run and turn my head back round. I ran straight into a lamp-post and got a massive egg thing on my head. That hurt.
3) Eating some toast when my dog came wagging its tail and drueling and everything. It automatically sat down and gave me its paw so I thought, "aww, it must be hungry or something" - and so, I ripped my toast in half and gave the dog some. It opened its mouth and snapped. It bit my finger and it was nasty. Could see the bone and stuff.
Cool huh.
:-)
For the next year or so I then had to go back every week for a check to to make sure I was alive and stuff and spend two hours waiting to get my hand X-Rayed(Easiest way to check I'm growing properly)
Over the next eighteen years I had to go back for a six month check up. I have also had I think four operations of which I am not gonna go into, because I don't remember and don't want to tell about it.
And now I have to go once every year for a check up to make sure my steroids aren't causing a third head to grow out of my shoulder.(or something)
When I was nine I was really ill and had to spend a week in Hospital on a drip. Had about six weeks off school after,which was nice.
There are loads more but I don't can't remember them all, Don't like Hospitals so I try to put visits to the back of my mind.
Well you did ask!