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Things Hospital Taught Me | Dans l’hôpital

Disgust and eye-rolls aside: I can’t quite be the same anymore. That’s dramatic. It feels silly to say, but it’s true. Hospital taught me patience, grit, and to be gentle with others. It taught me the power of my own mind, and the necessity of guarding my energy and emotions. I am continuing to learn how to detach from the yuck stuff and keep myself calm, connected, and open to the good. I want to distinguish this from the faux yogi wishy-washy bullshit, because this is not that. I’m just grateful, and I’m working on my thoughts.

Rainy Days and Mondays

When you come home after a miserable, rainy day and you’re drenched head to toe – it’s kind of like, damn. You’re cold; you’re wet; your teeth are chattering. You can feel, sense, touch it. What now? You can opt to suck in the misery of the chill, the stinging, dripping, numbness and mope. Or, you can take a moment and go hmmm. What do I need? Whip on the heater, strip off the heavy, soaked clothes and dry off. You can do both, pick one of them, or you can do neither. The point is not what you do, it’s how you think about what you’re doing.

I can’t come away from this experience with anything but gratitude. I’m cringing at how cliché I sound, and I feel like the sentiment is lost without spoken emphasis, but I’m writing anyway. My message and my experience feels too profound to me not to document it, and it’s too critical not to share. I know I run the risk of sounding like an absolute crackpot, but I’m so done stressing myself, and worrying myself with things I cannot control. It is alarmingly unproductive and energy-sapping. I realise I cannot escape stress, and that society is set up in a way that makes us all feel like hamsters on a wheel, but I’m going to actively bring mindfulness, meditation, and gratitude into my daily life in a tangible way.

Abby with IV, smiling in hospital bed; holding bear who has matching hospital gown
Me and M.T., my adopted Ted

The night after I got into hospital – post-ambulance shenanigans, shock, and all that jazz – I wrote a poem. For whatever reason, the words came out in French, and I just went with it. Now, I have never to my knowledge written a poem in French before. If you’ll excuse the mistakes* (French speakers & language teachers spare me pls) I wanted to share my words with y’all.

The melodrama in this piece is high. In part because I wrote most of this when I was in a peculiar state of mind, but stylistically I kind of like it?

Also, p.s. it sounds wayyy better in French. I tried my best to make the translation pretty though x

*I’m only training to teach French up to Y10, so don’t even worry ’bout it. 😉

Dans l’hôpital

Dans l’hôpital
C’est forte ; la bruit
Quelquefois, c’est tranquille
Quelquefois, c’est marrant

Avant que je suis arrivée,
il y avait un moment dans mon cerveau que j’ai pensé : “je pourrais mourir”
C’était extrêmement effrayant pour moi

Peut-être que c’était une idée bête,
mais une température de 40 dégrées, le délire, la septicité et un rythme cardiaque de 150 sont vraiment, profondément sérieux.

Je suis contente : que l’aide a été donné à moi et je suis très reconnaissante à tous les gens à l’hôpital.

Je sens très calme dans l’hôpital.
Ce n’est pas à cause des drogues pour la maladie ou pour la douleur.

Ehhh, peut-être qu’ils aident aussi…

J’ai chaud, mais ma température est mieux maintenant.

Les médecins,
les infirmiers et infermières,
les hospitaliers aussi:
ils m’aident à sentir mieux tous les jours.

J’ai foutu chance
J’ai chance parce que :
les gens me visite et me soin
J’ai déjà vu plein des personnes qui n’aient pas ce luxe

Allez lentement
Toujours, tout doucement
L’amour gagne au-dessus la douleur et le chagrin tous les temps : chaque fois

J’ai chance
je suis d’accord
Je suis foutu contente.
Je sens comme la personne le plus chanceux.

et maintenant:
je départ
Aux grâce à vous

Abby R ~ 7/5/21

In Hospital

In hospital
It’s loud; the noise
Sometimes, it’s quiet
Sometimes, it’s funny

Before I arrived,
There was a moment in my brain that I thought: “I might die”
It was terrifying to me

Maybe it was a ridiculous thought,
but a temperature of 40 degrees, delirium, sepsis, and a [resting] heart rate of 150 are really, truly serious

I am happy: that I was given help, and I am truly grateful to every single person at hospital

I feel very calm in hospital.
It’s not because of the drugs for the disease or the pain

Uhhhh, maybe they help too…

I have a fever, but my temperature is better now

The doctors
The nurses
The orderlies too:
they help me feel better everyday

I’m goddamn lucky
I am lucky because:
people visit me and care for me
I have already met many people who do not have this luxury

Go slowly
Always gently
Love trumps pain and heartache
every single time

I am lucky
I am okay
I am goddamn happy
I feel like the happiest person

and now
I leave
the hospital
thanks to you

Who knows, maybe I’ll whakamāori this toikupu later on. I haven’t decided. I just feel lucky though. Not everybody gets to come home. Not everybody gets the love and support they deserve when hospital gets lonely, boring and depressing. Aroha mai, aroha atu e te whānau whānui.

Thank you to everyone who reached out, in any and all forms. You’re cool. You all make me feel so fuzzy. Kia piki te ora ki a tātou. Kia whai kaha, kia tau te ngākau hoki. Ngā mihi nui ki a koutou katoa, nō reira, tēnā koutou, tēnā koutou, tēnā tātou katoa.


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