Day 83: Blister Sister (Part Two)


Blister Sister (Part Two)

Ben stood up straight, his ears crimson, his voice hoarse. “Damn it! How dare you say that in front of a child! What are you thinking?  Are you an idiot? What the hell is wrong with you?”

Now, although I was completely mortified and feeling the strong urge, despite my stomach cramping, to crawl under the hospital bed and never come out, I have to say, Ben impressed me.  Not in the way a parent impresses you by throwing you a birthday party and inviting all of your friends over to stay the night, nor in the way a child feels proud when a parent attends the school’s career day and knocks the socks or your classmates.  No, it wasn’t the type of impressive behavior that summons thoughts of coolness and grandiosity.  Ben’s behavior more so brought images of a fearsome bear standing on her hind legs with claws erected to protect her cub.  It was a scary image, quite terrifying actually—though none could deny that somewhere deep inside the man who was set upon a blind-rampage, huffing and puffing away at every hospital staff member within his path, that there was at least somewhere hidden a jewel of compassion.

It didn’t take long for Ben to pack up my things, usher Mother and me out of the building, and drive thirty miles across the state to another hospital.  Sadly for Ben, by then hospital visiting hours had past and the nurses insisted Ben and Mother leave.  And thus I was made to stay in a strange place, miles from home, without a soul I knew, replaying in my head all the horrific ways my death might play out…

This story can be found in the book Everyday Aspergers


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18 thoughts on “Day 83: Blister Sister (Part Two)

  1. Great finish to a story! I couldn’t wait to read this. Of course, I knew you didn’t die (at least, not forever…), but still…
    Glad you are here to tell your story and, yes, I worried about dying all the time when I was growing up, then, when I did during my stroke, the fear kinda left.
    Guess I needed that, too. Glad you didn’t.

  2. Haha! I’m sorry girl, but really, that was quite the finale! And no matter how you felt about Ben, I give him high fives for making the effort. Hooray for constipation (not that I would have known anything about that as a child… ahem – that’s another story.) 😉

    1. Yep, high-five for the effort. Ben had some redeeming qualaties. As a teenager, he was hard to be around, though. Sorry to hear about your run ins with the…ahem…(whisper)…constipation. Shhhh! 😉 Sam

  3. LOL…WHEW!!!! What an ending!!!! What can I say, Sam…FANTASTIC! 🙂 🙂 I was glued to the story from start to finish, I’m tellin’ ya!!!! I really love this story…the ‘bestest’ 🙂 🙂 Thanks again for sharing such a very interesting story…I feel like a kid again glued to my books and always hoping for a happy ending. That Ben in your story reminds me of my ex-hubby…lol…he was a very protective man but I hated how he acted in public…cussing out at innocent people…like when I was at the hospital where the tests were made and images of my brain were taken, he cussed at the doctors and nurses (much to my chagrin) impatiently wanting immediate answers as to what was wrong with me and when he can take me home. I never wanted to go back home…I told the doctors to take me to a psychiatric facility (which they did).
    You know something, Sam…I had the same stomach problems when I was a kid…every morning I would wake up and always complain about pain in my stomach. My poor Mom would scold me every time I was making a fuss about my stomach. She would tell me not to go outside first thing in the morning without wearing a sweater. I believed in my young mind that cold air had caused the pain in my stomach…lol…I was always in horrible pain. And I don’t know why I was the only one always with the “aches and pains” — my 2 brothers never had them! I am glad that I have outgrown those “aches and pains” eventually…:) I still laugh at the thought of wearing a sweater and keeping my stomach shielded from the cold air…lol 🙂 🙂

    Thanks, Sam…kudos for another wonderful piece here…{{{{hugssss}}}}

    1. I lot of Aspergers children and children with autism have gut problems. I wouldn’t be suprised if the gut (recently discovered to be our second brain) has a lot of answers to spectrum disorders. Thanks again for your cheery comments and sharing. Big hugs to you! So glad you liked the story! 🙂 Sam (Oh, and sorry you had an X like Ben!)

    1. I love “Samtastic.” New favorite word! Maybe you could write a poem about it. LOL 😉 I do have some of these stories from years before. So I only need to pull them up and do some mild editing. I’m prolific, but not that prolific. Had to be honest, so you don’t think I’m a writing super-hero! Appreciate all your comments. I’m off grid a couple days with blog reading because a friend is in town. Look forward to your poems when I return to cyberland. 🙂 Sam

  4. Awesome! Ha ha ha Don’t get me started on my “potty issues!” Lol! I felt like I was there with you the whole time. Great story!

    I was at the doctors all the time as a child. It was the only time I received my mom’s full attention, but not in the “take care of my daughter” kind of way. Her way of loving is to “fix it” so we can get back to the regular scheduled day. I always had stomach problems and no one believed me. (I now believe a lot of it had to do with the food we ate.) The doctor finally told me that whenever I felt sick that I needed to go in my room, lay down with no lights on and rest and be quiet. Now this remedy did help many times because I had a bellyache and my mind was spinning — most assuredly triggered by anxiety. AND “potty issues!” 🙂

    As an adult I had to go to the hospital for this very thing! Embarrassing and disappointing especially when you think you have some great mysterious disease that even the doctors can’t figure out. That was one instance. However, after many doctor visits and ultra-sounds and finally exploratory surgery we all discovered that I was not making things up — I had Endometriosis for years! (and cysts that they said they could do not thing for me except ibuprofen and other other drugs that I cannot take because my body rebels.) Nice… I have not had any problems after having the twins with Endometriosis. Yea!

    I love reading your stories they put a grand smile on my face! 😀

    Spilling bubbles your way! ooooooooooooooo

    1. So many things in common! I, too, have endo! Explained a lot as well. For me taking tons of magnesium helps with tummy, too. I’ve been not on the computer too much because a good friend is in town. Will catch up with your writing soon. Catching the bubbles and blowing back dove feathers (clean and sterilized). 🙂 Sam

  5. OMGosh…I have loved reading this story, every word of it. I was right there with you!
    “Your daughter is constipated and has a substantial amount of gas trapped in her intestines.”
    I said I was right there with you, but you can take the dump and fart it out on your own…giggle.
    Well I must say I wasn’t expecting that line at all, but goodness me it cracked me up.
    You are wonderful, thank you so much for being you.
    Love you loads.
    Lees. xxx 🙂

  6. Ha! What an ending!

    I totally relate to the dissapointment of not being seriously ill. Many times I have seen my own funeral. I constantly imagine my last (brave!) months with a terminal illness. It is not morbidness, per se, but rather a consequence of a brain thinking every thought about every occrance.

    Thank you for another short story delight!

  7. What a gripping story,finishing part-1,I was very eager to go to part-2. I can relate,it happened so many times,after going through lots of tests, when doctor says nothing serious……….You are a very good story teller.

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