As you'll quickly learn if you ever have to visit the hospital, you don't do much.
There were some daily kids programs that they had to entertain children as young as I was, and once I was given permission to move about, I went to a couple of them. We made crafts with Perler beads- I made a multi-colored star, and I stuck a magnet to it. I still have it to this day. I'm not sure why I've kept it all this time; just as a reminder of what I went through, I guess. They also had a small pink table-top piano there. I'd been taking piano lessons for years, and I was super excited to see a piano again. I tried to play "Frosty the Snowman" for everyone. The IV prevented me from doing so properly, and every movement of my fingers was a painful tug on my vein.
Looking back on my hospital visit now, I think that was the most heartbreaking part of it all. Imagine, if you can, a little seven year old girl who just wants to play the piano but is prevented by this gigantic needle stuck in her arm.
"That's okay, that's okay, I'm sure you're very good," I was told by the nurses when I protested that I couldn't play properly.
That's about the extent of what I remember from my hospital visit.
I do also remember that they had multi-colored Easter eggs hanging from the ceiling; the children who were staying there all through March wouldn't get to celebrate a true Easter.
I was always looking up, counting the Easter eggs and seeing how many I could find in different colors.
I just didn't realize the severity of the situation, and thus the reason that the main things I remember from my hospital visit are the Easter eggs and my lucky four leaf clover coin.
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Four Leaf Clover
Non-FictionA Type 1 Diabetic's story about her struggles and road to acceptance