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The First Day

This is an excerpt from one of my journal entries. I am not in the hospital, and really must emphasize that, but I really wanted to share this with y'all. Let me know if you like it and I will try to share more. And as always, thank you for reading. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tugging at my newly minted hospital bracelet, I look up at my mom and complain, “They always put it on too tight. Look. I can’t even get two fingers between it and my wrist.” My mom tugs at it a little bit in a vain attempt to loosen the grip it has on my arm and then asks the admissions clerk for a new one and she happily obliges. As I lean forward to have her cut the old one off and tape the new one on, the sudden motion and deep breath required to move even the slightest bit throws me into a coughing fit. And I can tell the admissions clerk doesn’t quite know what to make of the scene. After a few minutes, I regain my breath, get a new bracelet, and my…

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