Where has the week gone? I can’t believe that it’s already time again to turn in my entry for Lisa’s Bite Size Memoir challenge, the theme of which this week is ‘Childhood Illness’.
As soon as I saw this prompt, I knew exactly what I was going to write about although as always, the challenge is to write in 150 words precisely.
Thankfully I didn’t get ill too often as a child but the worst illness I had was the measles. Apparently I was very ill with it, to the point of hallucinating and having to stay in a dark room for days. Something to do with protecting my eyesight. I don’t remember much at all about it, which is probably just as well.
My bite size memoir is about something quite different:
When I was six, I needed an operation to have my tonsils removed.
I remember being carried in the arms of a doctor while wearing a backless robe, then placed on a white bed in the brightly lit operating room. I was asked to count to ten and the next thing I knew, I was back in my own bed on the ward. It was dark, I was alone and I felt sick, so I got out of bed to look for the nurse.
She scolded me for getting up and gave me some medicine, which I immediately threw up all over her.
I was there for two weeks and every tea-time we had insipid looking scrambled eggs which tasted of nothing.
I love eating them but even to this day when doing so, and for no apparent reason, a wave of nausea occasionally washes over me.
Must be psychological.