My elbow bears a scar. A scar I remember only briefly acquiring but that still remains with me to this day. I'm outside, it is warm, I'm riding a big wheel. Suddenly it over turns. A crack in the sidewalk, a lean too far to the right, I'm unsure but my arm hurts. I look down and it is bleeding.
The blood is long since gone. The scar... yup... just checked, still there...
Thursday, July 12, 1984
Sunday, July 1, 1984
Hospital Visit
We walk down a long hallway and I see her. There in a room sitting up in bed. The memory is fuzzy but I can definitely tell that it is my mother, I look to my right and my dad is walking next to me carrying my sister.
This is all I remember, a black and white image of my mom sitting in a hospital bed. It was several years later when I put two and two together enough to realize that this was when she had her hysterectomy. The one, and only, time my mother has been in the hospital for herself since my having my sister.
Come to think of it, the one and only time I remember my mom going to the doctor ever for anything other than a routine exam.
This is all I remember, a black and white image of my mom sitting in a hospital bed. It was several years later when I put two and two together enough to realize that this was when she had her hysterectomy. The one, and only, time my mother has been in the hospital for herself since my having my sister.
Come to think of it, the one and only time I remember my mom going to the doctor ever for anything other than a routine exam.
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