A remarkable post at The Joy of Six set me reminiscing. I have mentioned several times over the two years I have been blogging that I was bedridden for a whole year when I was five. I was supposedly suffering from a kidney disease which meant eating no salt or salty things and a lot of blood tests, urine samples and doctors’ visits. I was not supposed to leave my bed, not even to go to the toilet. That whole period remains like a long cloudy cottony period with a few fun moments. One of the nice things was that I was in my parents’ bed. There was no television in those days, and I couldn’t read yet, although I did teach myself during that period. My aunt Fanny would read to me Mataboli et Matabolette over and over again, until I had memorised it. My grandmother Léa sat by the bed and taught me how to play cards. We played for hours on end.
O nce there was a chimney fire, and several firemen invaded the bedroom. They were feeling the walls for heat, and at one point, one of them put his ear against the wall and burnt himself. That really set me giggling in my bed. As I’m writing this, I remember his stunned face and it still makes me laugh! In those days, I didn’t have much to laugh about.
There was one period when they would come and give me a shot every three hour. Then, syringes and needles had to be sterilized before use, so I would hear the nurse going into the kitchen, and the clatter of the pan in which she boiled her instruments, while I shivered with fear in my bed.
I don’t remember the pain so much, but the apprehension I felt while I heard her footsteps in the corridor.
Like Joy, I still hate injections, nurses, doctors, dentists and the likes. I tell myself that I am a grownup, and have to behave, but I do try to keep doctors away.
- Hope you’ll forgive the lousy sound of the recording, but I can’t do any better while I am using my laptop.
- Want a good laugh? Read Judy’s They walk among us stories
- This post, like all the others, was written thanks to Meg at MandarinDesign. She has left us but her skills and knowledge is still alive at her blog.
- On a daily basis, I upload quite a lot of photos onto my flickr account, but I choose one a day, which I blog at Claude’s Daily Snap