On still being a kid
As I've posted before, last year I had a blood clot in my leg and lungs. Initially I took the day off work because I thought I'd just pulled a muscle in my leg and decided to see the Doc about it. The Doc then referred me on to the hospital. I spent around 6 hours on my own in the hospital being prodded, poked, x-rayed and scanned.

I couldn't get hold of Mrs Smurf (no mobile phones allowed) and when they allowed me my one call (Ipswich hospital have the same phone policy as the police apparently) her phone was engaged so I had to leave a message saying the Docs had found a clot.

I found the whole experience fascinating and interesting. I saw my own heart and lungs on a monitor, had my first ECG and chatted with the nurses and Docs (including one nurse who asked me if I was scared. I wasn't until she asked!). I got the Doc to explain how to decipher an ECG, what veins were effected, what could cause it etc etc.

My Mum and Dad turned up at the hospital about four in the afternoon, as soon as they'd got the message from Mrs Smurf.

As soon as I saw them walk in to the ward I burst in to tears (I think to the surprise of the nurses as I'm a 6 foot skinhead and was wearing an Iron Maiden t-shirt) and got a cuddle from my mum. Which I think just goes to show that most of us still have that child inside of them. Makes my lips tremble now remembering that moment.

*Edit* I promise this is my last post on this QOW!
(Big Smurf Brush me daddy-O, Wed 23 Apr 2008, 16:50, 8 replies)

Aw, bless your heart
Yep, I think most of us will retain that inner child if we're honest. At 39 I still need a proper cuddle from my mam - sometimes I'd even like the comfort that only comes with having your mother tuck you into bed and read a story.

And the secure comfort of falling asleep on the back seat of your parents' car as a child - pre seat belt days when you could stretch out properly - that's all gone... POOF!

*sniff*
( Tourette's ( . )( . ) has a monkey hair in her fried egg, Wed 23 Apr 2008, 17:11, closed)

Is there a limit
on the number of posts we should make in a week?!?

Bugger- I wonder if I've made too many!

I always found it interesting that the people who try to look feckin' 'ard are the ones that well up when watching "Dumbo"... and yes, I do it too.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Wed 23 Apr 2008, 17:23, closed)

@ Loon
I cried all down my chubby cheeks at Terminator 2 - in the cinema - when Arnie had to destroy the last chip....

*starts welling up*
( Tourette's ( . )( . ) has a monkey hair in her fried egg, Wed 23 Apr 2008, 17:38, closed)

Aaaah, Tourettes
thats so sweet! I shed a tear myself at that moment. In fairness, I was only about ten when that came out on video.

EDIT - oh and cheeks and up
(Bazongaloid, Wed 23 Apr 2008, 18:07, closed)

I came off my bike last year and badly fractured my wrist and elbow
ended up walking an hour and a half to the hospital and sitting in the waiting room for half an hour, all completely fine.

Then my brother called me back when he got my message and I promptly burst into tears.

Very odd.
( chenobble rocking his explorer beard on, Wed 23 Apr 2008, 18:22, closed)

*click* for being a 6ft skinhead.....
Always a winner in my little world.
( girlinthehole, Wed 23 Apr 2008, 19:46, closed)

last time I watched Edward Scissorhands
I started to well up.

it's the look on his face that does it

and the fact that I was stoned out of my gourd
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 8:51, closed)

I only cry
Over spilled milk =(
(oeb, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 11:35, closed)