Time Spent

I realized on Thursday that I have spent a significant amount of time in hospitals. 

When I was a kid it was mainly me getting hurt and having to sit in the waiting room for hours. This could include anywhere from a sprained ankle and smashing my hand in the car door to almost cutting off my thumb with a Spaghetti O’s can lid. 

A lot of hospital trips were for my mom and all her various health issues, a lot of surgeries and or emergency room trips in the middle of the night. 

When I got to high school it would be a mixture of going to the hospital to see people such as my youth pastor when she had a surgery, or gave birth, or when I had to sit next to her while her three year old sun got a spinal tap and she heard him screaming all the way from his room. 

Even now in college I’ve been to hospitals for appointments, or scares with friends. 

I don’t know what it is, but I always seem to be there. I want to be there. 

Waiting for hours on end sucks, but knowing that you are there supporting the people you love is what makes it worth it. 

I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve been to the hospital with people who told me I didn’t need to be there, or they apologize, or say that they don’t want to be a burden. 

It’s never been a burden. Not for me. I think deep down I just love them, so I want to be there, to know that they are safe, or at least have them feel safer because they have someone there for them. 

I can’t think of the last time I went to the hospital for my own reasons. 

But I hope that when I end up having to go, that there will be people there with me, to make me feel safe, and not cold and alone in a place where I don’t know or trust anyone. I want someone who will look me in the eyes and tell me that I’m not a burden and they aren’t leaving. Someone who would even come with me and sit in the waiting room with me when a friend is getting checked out and I’m alone. It’s nice to have those friends. It’s nice to have people there for you. So that’s why I always try to be. 

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