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Hell On A Friday

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posted on Aug, 20 2009 @ 10:49 AM
It’s official.

I’ve found a spot of Hell right here on earth. Actually, I must admit, this spot also contains a bit of Heaven also. Lightness and Dark dance around each other trying to gain footing over the occupants. Don’t let the decor fool you. Brightly colored murals with sickly sweet images trying to distract you from the bile threatening to engulf your throat. I am fixated on the mural at the moment. I suppress the urge to dig the black Sharpie out of my purse and write “THIS IS NOT A HAPPY PLACE!!” all over it.

I look around at the individuals who have the misfortune of sharing the air with me in this space. I don’t find any comfort that I’m not alone here. They only heighten my nausea with their pacing, nail biting and greasy hair strands dangling in their eyes. The odor of fear wafting from our pores. Some have been here longer than me. One minute here is too long.

Sure, as if it’s any consolation, they give you some supplies to weather this place. Some tissues, a clean bathroom, complimentary phones with which to update your loved ones on the gut wrenching saga your experiencing.

If I wanted to, I could run away from here. I feel like it at the moment. I feel like smoking a whole carton of Red Marlboros until my lungs crack and bleed. Any other type of physical pain would be satisfactory at this moment instead of my soul falling to pieces. Alas, the “No Smoking” signs are posted at every turn of my eyeball. That makes no sense to me. If anyone ever needed to light up and let the nicotine course through their veins, it would be me. Right now. Right here. The fact that I quit many years ago is entirely irrelevant. Under this pressure, vices you thought you extinguished rise again to the surface like an old friend from college that got you into trouble.

When your here, you tend to reflect on some off-the-wall thoughts just to give your brain a partition from what is actually happening. Such is the case for me at the moment. For some odd reason, I’m pondering that crock pot recipe my sister gave me a week ago. I recite the list of ingredients, exact measurements, the cut of meat, what I would serve with it.......dammit, dammit, I just want to go home - to my home, with my family and cook that friggin’ recipe. I want a normal, boring day back in my bubble of life. Until now, I didn’t realize how that bubble sustained me. In our individual bubbles, we pretend that this place doesn’t exist. We fool ourselves into thinking that we’ll never be here. My bubble has burst.

I’m not going to let all these people see me cry in Hell. Not going to let the Dark outstep the Light.

You make promises to yourself too. Make bargains with the universe. If I get out of here unscathed, without going totally out of my mind, I’ll be a better person, a better mother, a better wife. This notion is is certainly ridiculous since I’ve done nothing to deserve this torture in the first place. Questioning whatever faith you have is completely normal in these situations. However, the possibility that we are all just carelessly tossed to the winds of chance without any divine guide or purpose is just as scary.

Whatever. I’m getting pissed now. Pissed at that receptionist with her desk so orderly and her haircut so perky. Pissed that the coffee tastes like absolute water. Pissed that I forgot my sunglasses in my car parked two blocks away and the sun is glaring through those huge windows. Pissed that the whole damn world isn’t stopping because I’m here in Hell. Pissed that my child is back there where I can’t be. Pissed that a skilled stranger will cut his beautiful, precious flesh.

Indeed, Hell on earth resides in the surgery waiting room of St. Ignatius Children’s Hospital.

posted on Aug, 20 2009 @ 11:05 AM
I've been there a lot over the last 18 months! Good luck with your baby, you will be a better wife/mother/person when you get through it!

I'll pray for a good outcome, I know it is scary!

posted on Aug, 20 2009 @ 11:12 AM
Good story, I relate to it in a different way but can relate nonetheless.

And if the part of you child going through surgery is true (not calling you a lair I just don't know if this was supposed to be a fictional story), GL and I'm sure everything will be fine, keep your head up!

posted on Aug, 20 2009 @ 11:42 AM
reply to post by sdp333

sounds like horomones are at it again!

gentlemen... beware

posted on Aug, 20 2009 @ 11:44 AM
hospitals are both good and evil.

mostly everyone is just there because it pays their bills. they dont really care about you. they try to be nice, but most times, patients are dicks.

besides if they truely cared, then they would be a wreck everytime they lost a patient, and you cant function properly if you do.

just think of them as glorified car mechanics and youll get the jist.

just stay calm, put up with the b.s. and hopefully everything will go well.

just lay of the drama a little. probably isnt helping anything...

sorry for my first post. please dont kill me

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