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The Crazy Mixed-Up Monster
by mickeyz
2010 March 14 07:10:55
I was only two years old but I can fully remember the day we moved to a fourth floor walk-up in Long Island City…lying in a crib as my Dad and my uncle painted what started as my parents’ room but ended up being my older sister’s room. I can still feel the chaos and confusion.
That same year, I underwent two surgeries: hernia and tonsillectomy. Back then, such surgeries were not as mundane as they are today...and involved long hospital stays. I can vividly recall those hospital stays, too. One episode stands out: I was being wheeled to the operating room when my mother suddenly discovered she had “forgotten” her bag in my room. I cried and cried until a doctor leaned over me to say: “There’s a baby sleeping in the next room. If you keep crying, you’ll wake him.” Being the considerate type, this quieted me.
The next (and last) thing I remember was the bright ceiling light in my eyes until the oxygen mask bore down on my face. For years after that, I was afraid of the light fixture above my bed. I called it the "crazy mixed-up monster."
All these decades later, I can finally recognize how such episodes may have planted an enduring seed of apprehension in me in terms of dealing with strangers and/or change...making me a bit of a crazy mixed-up monster myself.
miiicky zzeeeeeee...
by bill_ectric
2010 March 15
~WaLk InTo ThE LligHt~
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