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  •  omg something similar happened to me (15+ / 0-)

    a few weeks after my mother died I had a stress reaction on the job and was rushed by coworkers to the emergency room.  

    i freaked out and kept saying I didn't want to ride in the ambulance--and during the whole ride to the hospital I cried thinking of the hundreds of ambulance trips my mom had taken to her dialysis appointments.

    once I got to the ER doctors said my heartbeat was irregular and they decided to keep me overnight for observation.

    "my mommy died in this hospital!" i kept saying over and over again.  i too spent endless nights sitting/sleeping in those hard vinyl bedside chairs, holding her hand while she cried, waiting for her next scheduled pain medicine.  now I was there alone with no one to hold my hand as I cried.

    I was so distraught they actually sent for a psych consult.

    that night some of the nurses who had cared for my mother on her many hospitalizations (and her final one) heard that I was in the hospital and stopped by my room to express their condolences and offer comforting presence.  I will never forget that.

    but it was extremely emotional just to be admitted to the same hospital where my mother had just died a few weeks earlier.

    and I still get a knot in my stomach every time I drive past the nursing home where mom got the bed sores that led to her final decline.  I have been known to go a long way out of my way to avoid passing that intersection.

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    by TrueBlueMajority on Mon Aug 16, 2010 at 07:51:14 PM PDT

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    •  When my hubby broke his wrist (11+ / 0-)

      last fall, he went to a walk in place, first.  My son-in-law drove him.  They sent him to a hospital consult that was much closer than the one my family used.

      A couple of weeks later he had surgery at the new place.

      I had to sit there a long time, but I was so grateful that it was a new hospital with no memories and the parking lot was small so I could walk to it easily.

      I had joked about knowing the old hospital so well, but it wasn't a joke, really.  

      On a lighter note, the really old hospital where I had all three of my kids and have good memories has been torn down.  But with my second child, I ended up in the same room as with the first which was funny enough, but the name over the other lady's bed was also the same as the first time with the same first initial.  I stared and wondered!

      It wasn't that common a name, but it was a different lady.  And this second time it was a close relative of the mayor of Flint and he did come to visit. :)

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      by cfk on Mon Aug 16, 2010 at 08:02:42 PM PDT

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