I saw this prompt a couple days ago and have been thinking about the image ever since. The challenge is to set a timer for 6 minutes and see what you can come up with. Here’s what I’ve got in 177 words:
“I said I need butterfly paint!” I yelled into the receiver.
“I’m sorry ma’am. I don’t understand what you’re asking me to find for you.” The voice on the other end of the line tried calmly.
“Listen, you’re supposed to be the guy who can find anything.” I paused for emphasis. “Anything at all,” I finished in a challenging tone.
The line was silent for a moment but then I could hear gentle breathing through my earpiece.
I tried again. “Listen, if you’re not who they said you were, that’s fine. I just need to know if I’m wasting my time.”
How did your family take care of minor injuries? Did you have home remedies you used? What was the typical way to care for a cold or flu at your house? Were you pampered when you were sick/hurt or told to buck up and deal with it? When you got sick as a kid did you stay home, or did you have to go to school? Did a parent stay home with you, or did you fend for yourself? Was a doctor visited when you had a minor injury or illness? Did you ever have a major illness or injury growing up? How did it impact your life?
I don’t remember getting sick much as a kid once I was in school. I do remember when I was maybe in nursery school, that I got sick a few times, so my mom packed me and some blankets up and I was allowed to sleep in the side office at my dad’s insurance office where they both worked. I think I remember there being a black and white tv to watch. I usually only threw up, or that is all I really remember.
I also remember having my temperature checked…and not in my butt! I remember because I can still see my mother shaking the mercury to the end of the thermometer before telling me to put it under my tongue until she said so. I never knew why she shook it so hard, that is until I was an adult and someone told me. All I knew was you shook it and the gray part went below 98.
Once when I was around 12 or 13 and at summer camp I broke my finger playing basketball. They left me there to finish out the week. I remember how painful it was and lying in bed but not much else. Then when I got home the doctor had to re-break it and set it correctly since it was healing crooked. That I do remember.
I think I remember my mother being sympathetic to really being sick. I don’t think I ever tried to fake it, she wasn’t that kind of mom. You just didn’t try to pull shit over on her, something I think I knew since birth. When I did have something wrong I remember telling her and her bringing me to the doctors.
Growing up I remember having “growing pains” in my legs mostly. It would get so bad sometimes. Now, as an adult and being diagnosed with Psoriatic arthritis I wonder if that could have been it. Sometimes it gives me a sort of deja vu when I feel my pain.