The prompt this week is VIVID
Yup. That's what I thought about all this stuff that happened! Are you kidding me??
When I was five years old, my mother took me shopping. This was a rare occurrence, as we lived on a school teacher's salary and didn't often shop for anything other than groceries. She took me to a department store, to the toy section and led me gently to the row where the dolls were located.
"Choose anyone you want, honey. It's a special gift, just for you."
So I did. I chose a sweet Betsy-Wetsy doll, the one who wet her diapers if you inserted a small bottle into the perfectly shaped hole in her mouth. I was delighted with my new friend and thanked my mother profusely.
However, just a few short hours later, I was far from grateful. I was terrified. The doll was meant to help me get through a coming tonsillectomy - something I did not understand in the slightest when my parents told me about it.
"We're going to have the doctor cut out those things in your throat that are making you sick all the time, Diana. You're going to feel so much better."
The surgery was done in the doctor's office, which included a small area for this 'simple' procedure. I remember the ether mask coming down over my frightened face.
And then I remember waking up to a splotch of bright red blood on my pillow, and anxious whisperings all around me.
"We can't control this bleeding, Mrs. Gold. We must get her to Our Lady of Angels Hospital immediately. Yes, we'll call an ambulance to do it."
The ambulance ride was a big disappointment. They refused to turn the siren on! What kind of an ambulance ride is it if they don't turn on the siren?
I was placed in a crib with high metal bars all round. The nuns glided by, bringing me constant bowls of...cream of rice cereal. Bleargh. And it was impossible to eat anything anyhow because...they staunched the flow of blood by inserting into the back of my throat....two very large...TEABAGS. Yes. Teabags. Apparently tannic acid is a coagulant. Who knew?
I spent one week in that scary place, alone in my crib, with my parents allowed near me only a few short hours each day. And then I had to go and stay with my great aunt for TWO WHOLE WEEKS because my own home was too far from the hospital for after care.
What good is a Betsy-Wetsy doll in that kind of world?
This is my most vivid early memory, an event which shaped my life in profound ways, some of which I am still unwrapping.
But that's for an entirely different kind of post, isn't it??
STOP. (2 minutes extra)