Unfortunately I had to spend a few weeks in hospital when I was 11, and then again when I was 13. I say unfortunately because no one really wants to be there when they have to, but it truly was for the best.
At first it was completely terrifying. I remember staying there on the first night, all alone. I was in a big nursery room, with smelly, old women mostly. Some of them were a little out of their minds already and they asked me to bring them things and I didn't really want to get very close. It was probably eight o'clock and everyone was sleeping already, lights off. People snoring next to me. I left the room and sat at the entrance, reading a book and writing on my diary. A nurse told me to go to sleep. I wouldn't, so she told me about her kids at home. I was already longing for a normal life back home, just to hear her talking about it.
Days passed, more or less painful, more or less despairing for being there. After the terror came the boredom. I envied all my schoolmates that didn't have to be there, that didn't have a care in the world. I was just lying in the bed, unable to move, there were no mobile phones, no i-pods, just my walkman and a Gameboy. The minutes seemed to last for hours, hours for days, you get the picture. Hospital food. Screaming patients. Drinking tea from a straw.
But, at the same time, there was a strange sense of belonging because at that time that was my life. The nurses were my help, the other patients were my colleagues, I watched some come and go, others still stayed behind, I knew all the doctors, one even looked like George Clooney (!).
In one of the times, my bed was next to a big window, I used to watch the sunrise every morning. Days start so early at the hospital. I listened to the same tapes over and over again. I read teen magazines and, above all, I made lists and lists of plans of things to do when I got out. I wanted to do everything, anything was preferable to being there. You see, I didn't like being there, despite all the attention people gave me, no one could really enjoy being in such a place, but I had a future, I had it all planned out and the day when I got out would be the best day of my life so far.
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