This hypernostalgic quality of mine is a blessing and a curse, but I feel I am quite blessed when I find things like this in the back of a closet.
I'm assuming that this was given to me by Vanderbilt Children's Hospital before my first surgery when I was five. [Tangent: By the time I reached high school, I had already had a heel chord lengthening/foot tendon transfer, hip release and two spinal fusions. Although this all sounds heinous, I still stand by the fact that the braces I had on my teeth were WAY worse. Maybe because those did not require heavy sedation.]
|contrary to this crappy drawing, I never had a double arm amputation.|
|my doctors weren't amputees either.|
|my coloring skills were top notch|
|come play with us...forever and ever and ever.|
The activities and my 5-year-old reaction to major surgery was actually pretty funny. I mean clearly, my main takeaway from the whole ordeal is that I got to watch uninterrupted TV in peace. My priorities were in line 100%.
|I promise I was not swaddled, just didn't love drawing appendages.|
I realize the booklet's intention was to familiarize kids with seemingly unfamiliar things from the hospital, but I don't want my future children to seek out random hypodermics on fence posts. Maybe I am reading into this too much.
Well, thanks for indulging yet another detour down random memory lane and not judging me too much for holding onto things for 20+ years. [Tangent: I feel sort of self-indulgent posting this junk, but you all seem to enjoy this madness.] You may be proud of me, I DID finally toss my Borders rewards card, after all. Baby steps. Also, maybe later in the week I will post pictures of my redecorated room because I want to immortalize it in its current organized state.