Do You Hate OR Love To Go To The HOSPITAL?

At age 10 I had my tonsils removed. They still used ether as an anesthesia. I remember what seemed like 20 people holding me down while they placed this stinky mask of ether over my face and made me inhale. I screamed for my mother. My mother cried in the background. The doctor droned "Breathe, deeply. That's right, breathe, deeply." I continued to scream and struggle. When I awoke, my throat was sore and my body was sore from the struggle. How do I feel about hospitals? I hate them. I never forgot that experience. I have carried that memory in my head with me into my adult years. I am in my 60s and the memory is as fresh as if it happened this morning. No child should have to live that nightmare. To this day I am distrustful of doctors and hospitals. I challenge them all. They have to practically stand on their heads to win my confidence and respect.

When I was a child I only went to hospital once. My mother says that I had been playing near a ladder and it fell down on one of arms. My parents took me to the hospital, because they wanted to get an x-ray to make sure that I was okay. I didn't stay at hospital for that long, and I don't remember it at all. I only know the story from my mother. When I was an adult I went to hospital when I had mononucleosis. My own doctor didn't know what was wrong with me so he wanted to me to go to hospital to have some tests done. This time I didn't stay there for a long time either, and I was very happy when I was able to go home and rest in my own bed instead.