Day Twenty Five – Third Person

Day Twenty Five – Third Person

Third person post. Write about a memory you have but describe it using the third person. Use as many sensory images (sights, sounds, textures, etc) as you can.  Don’t use “I” or “me” unless you include dialogue.

She sat in the waiting room, unaware of the people around her. Her mind spun; she felt groggy like she hadn’t slept in weeks, but had a comfortable 10 hours sleep that previous night. Albeit it broken, she was tired. Exhausted. Completely devoid of energy. She slumped abit further down into the hard, metal chairs, and waited. Names were called, none of them hers.

Consultant’s room. Room spinning. She’s popped up onto the bed for an examination. Please, let it be quick and painless she thinks, as she pulls up her tee to reveal her belly. Cold hands press on her guts, she winces in pain. Optimistic about the painless part, she thinks, her eyes screwed up in pain.

“I’m going to admit you tonight. I’m not happy with the way things are going and you need more tests done to find out what’s going so wrong.”

She didn’t argue. She just dully nodded and contemplating the earliest time she could possibly close her eyes and have a little snooze. Maybe in the car! She half smiled at this thought. Sleep. Delightful.

She knows that something is wrong inside. She knows that the pain isn’t going away like it should do. She knows it might get worse before it gets better, but she hopes it doesn’t. Another hospital stay.. she was becoming a regular.

**This is the memory I have of waiting in the GI clinic upon my 3rd admission to Good Hope. Things did get alot worse. My next memory was the horrible time I had when the nurse on the ward wanted to take blood, cultures and place two IV drips to rehydrate me. I was in agony. I screamed bloody murder that night. And I cried myself to sleep. It was horrible. Sadly, it wasn’t the worst time I spent in hospital. But I really couldn’t bring myself to write about my Green Weekend.. **


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