Thursday, August 20, 2015
Sicker Than Your Average
It hit me yesterday...It hit me like a ton of bricks. Life isn't supposed to be like this. I had a procedure done at the adult hospital yesterday and everyone kept calling me baby or sweetie. I hate those words. In the South it' s most often seen as "southern hospitality" but I didn't see it like that. It makes me feel like I am five years old again but then when I look around the waiting room I realize I am the baby. I am the odd one out. I am sure they thought in their heads what I was even doing their in the first place. In their eyes they would just hope and assume that it was actually an appointment for my mother. We all know that when there is something that's hard to talk about like kids and teenagers being sick people just turn the other cheek because if they think that they don't see it that it doesn't exist. However, that's just not the case.
Most of the people in the waiting room were roughly thirty or forty years older than me. Their bodies are broken down by age. My body is only broken down by who knows what reason to be honest. There isn't a reason when you think about it. There's no reason a teenager much less a child should be sick. At seventeen I have seen the inside of hospitals more than I have been at my own high school. My senior year of high school started this week. We are three days in and I have spent more time out of school at the hospital, doctor's office or laying in bed trying to ease the pain. This was supposed to be my year but sadly it hasn't worked out that way yet. Being called a "baby" was yet another reminder that my life shouldn't be this way. It's another reminder of something that sets me apart from everyone else. I guess I am just sicker than your average...