I last left off with hopes to start kindergarten on a healthy foot.
This wasn’t in the cards.
Throughout the school year I suffered from numerous bouts of what we could only imagine was a bad case of stomach flu. It always started the same. Extremely intense, sharp, stabbing pains in my stomach followed by profuse vomiting and diarrhea. I also developed a painful fissure during those illnesses, that has never gone away.
The mystery was that my older sister never became ill after me. And as everyone knows, stomach bug’s are highly contagious, especially in children.
Then at age 5 towards the end of kindergarten, my sister jumped on my arm during a game we played of running and jumping over the side of our couch over and over. It broke. Bad. My babysitter was there, determined it was likely broken and continued to put me in a baby seat anyways to bike me over bumpy dirt roads to her boyfriends baseball game.
The first in a series of bad injuries in my life.
Kindergarten didn’t go so well health wise…. And neither did the rest of elementary school….
Below is a collage of my early days of pneumonia/hospital stays, infections, flushing, and my arm cast at kindergarten grad…
