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IN THE HOSPITAL (standard:other, 518 words)
Author: EUGENEAdded: Oct 04 2001Views/Reads: 1728/1080Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
STORY OF A MOTHER AND HER LAST DAY IN THE HOSPITAL.
 



In The Hospital 

I can only see the daylight through the windows. 

It's nearing summer time, so I don't even see the nights; 

usually I'm sleeping by then.  I was waiting for this day. 

This was the day that I prayed for through the four days 

that I spent here.  How I got here, I'll never really 

know.  One day I was feeling like peaches and cream, 

the next day I felt like seeds and milk.  I didn't know 

that it would take four whole days for me to be free 

again.  I miss my daughter; hell, I even miss my son in 

law.  He's a strange guy, but I know he'll take care of 

my baby.  My cat's, oh, my poor old cat's, who's taking 

care of them? Old White and Black, I named them this 

way because, that's what they are.  White is friendly, 

Black is vicious.  Wow, that almost sounds racist. 

My son in law is a black man, and I never had anything 

against him.  He's not vicious like Black. 

I am glad to be leaving today, no more listening to the 

whine's and cries of the old ladies in my room.  No more 

nights of moans and groans and people asking, 

"What are you here for?" Like I'm in prison or 

something.  It is sort of like a prison.  I can't get 

myself to eat the nasty soup that they feed me. 

It's like they're trying to poison me.  Today I am 

leaving.  Four days in a row urinating in a diaper, I 

want to get up and go to the bathroom, but the girl in 

the white dress wants me to urinate in a diaper.  It's 

her job to clean my mess. 

What am I going to do when I go home?  How is it going 

to feel?  Will I feel pain?  I don't know; I would like 

to go and visit my father.  My father was the perfect 

man.  I haven't seen him in years.  I wonder if he'll 

even recognize me.  I have grown a lot skinnier since 

he's last seen me.  I used to have long hair, now I have 

no hair.  Chemotherapy can do that sometimes.  Now I 

just wear a nice silver bandanna.  Actually I wear any 

old bandanna. 

My son in law brought my favorite song last night for 


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