Welcome the The Inpatient Society. Set in Crystal Bay, Florida, we are a site that centers around a children's hospital. Whether you're a patient, a doctor, a friend, or just a random passerby, everyone is welcome here!
Post by Heather Pike on Sept 28, 2014 7:47:05 GMT -5
Trouble with sleeping; that was most definitely a symptom which Heather experienced most if not every single night. At first she'd just stayed in her own room, wondering if she could be bothered to decorate it or not. For the past week or so though, Heather had been walking quietly through the hospital, passing the maternity ward, the library, that glass corridor which every hospital seemed to have. Today though, Heather had found herself in the hospitals chapel. Pushing open the door, the lights inside flickered on, an artificial white glow which did not seem fitting, at least it matched all of the other rooms. Now, Heather had never been religious if anything she was completely opposed to the idea, still, for a moment the place seemed comforting so Heather headed on down the aisles, sliding into a empty seat, the whole place was empty.
Tilting her head back, Heather looked around the room, figuring out why she was there. It was whilst she glanced around that she heard the suction on the door open, glancing around to it, Heather guessed that it was probably a nurse telling her to go back to her room.
It was late and May couldn't sleep, again. Unfortunately, her usual routine of going to the library had been interrupted due to another patient throwing up in there. Just the thought of the cluster of nurses made her walk in the opposite direction. 'Go back to bed', they'd say. If only it was so easy. So instead May took off to the chapel, a room she hadn't even been in yet. Her therapist was religious, and was trying to convince her that faith brought peace of mind, but May had never taken much notice. She hadn't seen any proof that there was a God, so therefore why should she believe it?
Upon entering, she saw another another girl sitting in the room. Although she'd hoped for it to be completely empty, she was just grateful that she wasn't a nurse or a doctor. May took a seat to the left of the girl, leaving to chairs in between them. She brought her knees up and placed her feet on the back of the chair in front of her, pulling her oversized jacket around her again. "Can't sleep either, huh?"
Post by Heather Pike on Sept 28, 2014 8:06:02 GMT -5
Thankfully it was no nurse, just a girl who Heather hadn't seen before; she hadn't really seen many people around here in truth. Watching the unknown girl's movements out of the corner of her eye, Heather released a quick sigh, partially disappointed that she now had company. Then again maybe a friend would help with the fact that each day Heather asked... no, begged if she could go home. "Nope, perks of fibromyalgia I suppose." Heather replied, the word at first had seemed life a mouthful but nowadays it simple slipped off of her tongue, making it feel as simple as her own name. "I have trouble getting to sleep and then quite often once I do fall asleep I wake up a few times during the night."
May nodded, understanding what a restless sleeping pattern felt like. "You'll have to forgive me, but I don't really know much about fibromyalgia." She gave a sheepish smile, a little embarrassed. Everyone seemed to know something, or have an assumption about anorexia, but May knew hardly anything about other diseases. Sometimes it made her feel a little ignorant, but she'd been so caught up in her own illness for the past four years of her life that she didn't really have time to look into another person's.
Post by Heather Pike on Sept 28, 2014 8:16:30 GMT -5
"Oh, don't worry, I didn't either until I was diagnosed with it; took them two and a half years to actually decide what was wrong with me." Shrugging, Heather didn't really mind whether people knew what it was or not, sometimes she'd prefer if no one were to know. "I'm Heather," she added after a moment, pushing a strand oh hair which had escaped her plait out of face.
"I'm May." She replied, realising just how stupid her name sounded when she said it out loud. "Anorexia," She quickly added, feeling as though it might be seen as rude to hold back her illness when she knew Heather's. May also realised it was the first time she'd told anyone in person. The doctors had told her family, her family had told her school, and her friends just knew that she was ill. The only person she'd told personally was her friend Ruby, and that was through text. It was a strange sense of relief, although it felt like she'd worn herself down and was now vulnerable. But it was something May would have to get used to - it wouldn't just go away, no matter how much she hoped it would.
Post by Heather Pike on Sept 28, 2014 8:37:31 GMT -5
"Oh," Heather said slowly, looking down at her hands and the back up at the girl offering her a rare smile. "That must be rough." Not sure what else to say on the matter then, Heather chewed on the inside of her mouth, mind circling for ideas. "I like your name, I was born in May." It seemed like a stupid thing to say but small talk was a thing Heather did surprisingly well, granted that it wasn't about the big looming presence of death.
Post by May Adams on Sept 28, 2014 11:04:26 GMT -5
May shrugged it off, a little embarrassed. She then smiled about the comment regarding her name. "Thanks," She said. "I was born in October. Halloween, actually."
Post by Heather Pike on Sept 28, 2014 11:11:34 GMT -5
"Is being born on Halloween one of those unlucky things or not?" Heather asked raising an eyebrow before shaking her head slightly. "You know, like being born on the thirteenth, although according to Taylor Swift being born then was lucky or something." If Heather started talking about Taylor Swift or anything really related to pop culture she might go through a sudden bout of word vomit.
Post by May Adams on Sept 28, 2014 11:25:40 GMT -5
"I don't think I'd be in here if I was lucky." May replied, sinking back comfortably in the chair. You'd expect chapels to be cold, but this one was warm, but not too stuffy. It was relaxing, actually. "Well, well, Taylor Swift fan, huh?" She raised an eyebrow, a little curious. Heather didn't look like the typical Taylor Swift fan.
Post by Heather Pike on Sept 28, 2014 11:34:33 GMT -5
"How can you not be a Taylor Swift fan?" Heather asked with a slight laugh at the end of her question, readjusting her position on the chair slightly. For a couple of years Heather had resisted listening to the singer, going as far to say that she hated her music, then the song Mean came along and Heather fell in love with her music, she wasn't ashamed to admit it. "Are you not a fan?"
Post by May Adams on Sept 28, 2014 11:39:40 GMT -5
May laughed, wiping a hand across her head to brush back her hair. "I wouldn't call myself a fan, but I don't dislike her," She admitted. "I'm more of an Arctic Monkeys kind of girl." She shrugged with a small smile. Nobody that she knew, apart from her brother, liked the band, so she'd never really spoken about them to anyone except for him.
Post by Heather Pike on Sept 28, 2014 11:46:31 GMT -5
"My friend likes them, like being an understatement." It wasn't Heather's style of music though, upbeat was more or her thing, or at least it had been now her music style was changing slightly. Rubbing her hands together, the friction caused them to warm up, the room was cold but Heather tended to just have cold extremities.
Post by May Adams on Sept 28, 2014 11:52:39 GMT -5
May noticed Heather rubbing her hands together and frowned slightly, eyebrows creasing together. "Are you cold?" She asked, watching her perform the action again. She couldn't tell whether it was part of her illness or not and didn't want to be rude."
Post by Heather Pike on Sept 28, 2014 13:23:28 GMT -5
"What? Oh, no not really." She's always had cold hands, it was a gene from her mother but perhaps her illness had made it worse, after all stress was now a trigger for pain and if that wasn't messed up Heather didn't know what was. "Are you?" Heather asked after a moment, not sure why.