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    September 21, 2006

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    The Kept Woman

    Ummmm yeah...that's just freaky and almost torturous to have to listen to that and not know what's going on at an age when every creak in the floorboards at your own house might be the Boogie Monster.

    I guess that explains a lot though ... (wink)

    Squirl

    Oh, my heart goes out to that poor, scared, blinded child. That was so horrible.

    I wrote two snarky remarks here but just had to delete them both. Grown-up Nils could handle it, but all I can think about is that little boy.

    Lyn

    hmmm. My ex-husband had (I suppose still has) the same eye condition. If he wasn't drinking, I knew when he was tired. When he was, I knew when he'd have enough. He was an amibiable drunk, and most people didn't know when he was over the accepted limit, except those of us who watched the eye!

    I love your story!

    CircusKelli

    Wow, Nils.

    That's a powerful story. I feel for the little boy, and for the Mom.

    And hey, anyone can have two good eyes. Wonky eyes add character to an already delightful face.

    candace

    Oh, Nils. How awful it must have been for your mother to leave you. I bet she didn't sleep a wink that night, worrying about you.

    And poor little you. I wanted to bonk that nurse over the head with a bed pan.

    Lowa

    First of all, your Mum ROCKS. Sad to say, was a time when I would not have been such an incredible advocate for my child. I was not bold enough and doubted myself too much. Thankfully, those days are over. So glad your Mum was not a wimp like me.

    We almost always had snow by Hallowe'en, not many blizzards though. I recall the full pillow cases:) MMmmmm...my kids were just asking for Wagon Wheels the other day. We love the ones with Raspberry in them. May have to run over the border and load up on those soon. Now you have me craving Crispy Crunch too! And Aero and Mirage...*slobber*

    This was so horrible to read. I can't imagine how terrified you must have been. Thanks for sharing this with us. My baby is the same age you were at the time, even a little older. I can't imagine her going through something like that...

    Sandy

    I do understand...My daughter was born with a condition called Strabismus, and when she was 23 months old, she had surgery done on both eyes. It still hurts my heart to think of that..she was just a baby and she just didn't understand what was happening to her.

    wordgirl

    What a lovely thing for a little boy to know: That his mother was warm and sweet and comforting and, when he needed it, she could go all Shirley McLaine/Nurse Ratchet on people who needed their butts handed to them on a platter.

    Those childhood terrors. They never go away. This is, indeed, a sad little story.

    nadia

    *sigh* :(

    Ortizzle

    Bless yer heart, I don't know how you made it through the night. It's stories like this that make me think it's maybe not such a bad custom hispanics have of never ever leaving anyone completely alone in the hospital, even an adult. Somebody would have insisted on stepping in for your Mom at home, even on Halloween, so she could have been with you when things started to go bump in the night. She could not have imagined the horriyfing experience you would be subjected to. I bet your daughters have been raised with night lights all over the house.

    William

    Your sotries are the best.

    kalki

    I tried closing my eyes in the middle of this story to feel what it could be like to not be able to open them and I lasted exactly 7 seconds. Knowing I could see except that I couldn't because of the bandages would drive me nuts. Seriously. I don't think I would make it an hour.

    Also, I snicker at "Hallowe'en." I know it's proper and all, but still I snicker. I mean, "Hallowe'en"? Hee.

    StampyDurst

    Nils, yet again you wow me with the power of your words. As a surgeon, I watch patients wheeled back all the time into surgery and they are as comfortable and as disconnected as you were pre-op. That's when I see the angst of the parents/loved ones who have to stand at that red piece of tape on the floor that they're not allowed to cross. Their loved ones are wheeled off into our world. And they are scared.

    I've also been there post-op. When the formerly oblivious patient wakes up, still slightly narcotized. Very confused. Most often terrified. It's bad enough for an adult.

    You've put emotions into words with such beauty once again. Thanks.

    Sara Sue

    I too am afraid of the absolute dark..but I have no idea why.

    Once again, you have me in tears, Mr. Ling. Bravo!

    Katherine

    Wow, what a horrible thing to go through at such a young age. I can see why that left an impression on you for life.

    Ern

    I was lurking a couple days ago, but thought I'd leave a calling card this time. ;)

    What a gripping story and frightening experience. You really had me right there in the hospital with you.

    By the way, don't ever try the seasick patch. If you're anything like my friend who has the same condition, it will send you completely walleyed for days.

    whfropera

    yep, me too with the wandering eye muscle thing.

    I have been known to wake up screaming in a hotel room, so yeah, always a little light for me too.

    Susie

    Good story, Nils. Terrifying, heart-wrenching, but good.

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