Just Asking For A Little Peace...

Some people just have bad luck and for my family these past few weeks, well, it’s definitely been us. First, my Aunt Kate is pulled into a machine at work and seriously injured with broken arms and a broken sternum, next, my barely 2 month old nephew, Brody, is diagnosed with RSV, respiratory disease, and then finally, I got all the luck of being stuck in the hospital for 3 days on St. Patrick’s Day weekend with pancreatitis or inflammation of the pancreas, a kidney stone, really high blood sugar, a fever, and high tri-glycerides. It’s starting to seem like my family should take up permanent residence at one of the area hospitals...just in case! It almost seems like whatever’s up there really has it out for my poor family. I really hope the old wives’ tale of bad or good things coming in threes is true and this is it, because I’ve honestly had enough of hospitals, especially after my own 3 day and 3 night stay. Hospitals are not any fun, they’re very lonely when you’re in by yourself, especially at night. I really don’t see how anyone can sleep there, the only times I could was after exhaustion and I just couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore. And then when you do finally fall asleep, they come in to poke you with a needle or take your temperature or whatever they feel the need to do. For the most part, the nurses and doctors at the Titusville Hospital took pretty good care of me though, I really shouldn’t complain. I have to say though what people say about hospital food is true though...it sucks!
My only real complaint while I was in the hospital was the lack of support from my friends. I, myself, have ALWAYS been the type of person to drop it all and come running if I heard someone I cared about was in the hospital, hurt or otherwise. I have always been the type to give my support in any way that I could. If it was within my means, I’d do anything to make it happen. I guess I just shouldn’t expect blindly that everyone is like me, because obviously they’re not. It just really disappointed me to not see some faces that I really expected to be there, especially the ones that live right in the area of the Titusville Hospital or relatively close. I can’t help my hurt and disappointment and when I see the people that made me feel this way, it’s just something I have to work past. I’m not trying to be selfish, I understand people have things going on in their own lives, but it just makes me really wonder, that had it been worse, would THAT have been enough for them to make a little effort? I was there for THREE days. You can’t tell me that at some point in THREE days you couldn’t stop for five minutes? Or in some cases, even call or even send a text message? I hate to be bitter, I hate to be resentful, but it’s hard not to be. I’ve had time to think about this and it’s not sitting well and the feeling is not going away. I guess I just have to "suck it up" once more in my life and let it go, but maybe now, older and wiser, I won’t be that girl who gives it all for those who never give anything in return.