By Joy Lynn Clark
I started getting sick my freshman year of high school. I had some ups and I had some downs. That year, I was hospitalized three times. I was having so much trouble trying to fit in that on my third visit to the hospital, I wanted to stay.
My 3rd visit was nearly three months. I had some phone time so I called some friends I didn’t need to explain much to and, they gave me some phone numbers to make new ones.
I was really not too bad that last time but, the doctors kept trying to send me home but I wanted to stay. I really put on a show a few times.
In the end, I just had to go and everyone knew it. Also, I wanted to go to a dance with one of my new phone friends.
Just before my discharge my doctor tried to hypnotize me, I think. He wanted me to always take my meds.
I do follow doctors orders but, I don’t believe that I can be hypnotized.
(Post script: the hospital I was born in was known for the research that they did on hypnosis. I was concerned that my mother participated in a study there)
I have been typing this stuff on my phone. I bet it’s reading kinda funny, my bad.