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.