Nov 11, 2008 - 1:23 am
When I was in the hospital for long periods of time I was a creature of repetition. I occupied my mind with different activities so I didn't go crazy from boredom, or from my own thoughts getting the best of me.
I watched a lot of television, particularly during the day. Since I was in the hospital before cable TV was a mainstay in hospitals, my choices for watching TV were limited. One of the stations played old TV shows during the day (when the other stations were being monopolized by talk shows or soap operas). As such, I watched a lot of I Love Lucy, Andy Griffith, Beverly Hillbillies, Munsters, and a host of other shows from that time period.
I played a lot of fuseball. My hospital converted an old IV exam room into a playroom that had, among other things, a fuseball table. I got to where I was in there a lot playing with other kids my own age and older. I also got to be pretty good at it.
I find that when I encounter these things (and some other things too) that I'm taken back to those days. Natually, I don't really enjoy playing fuseball anymore. And when any of those TV shows come on I change the channel. These are some of the spring boards to bad memories I can avoid. There are things, though, I can't control - the smell of certain soaps, the way a child will cry sometimes, the way a certain candy will taste like old medicine - and they take me back.
My question is this: What are the things that take you back to those times? What are the things that got you through the rough patches? Do you still enjoy those things?