Childhood Memories # 6 Ambulance ride (part three)
They transported me from one hospital to another by ambulance. Mother road with me. I assume my dad drove down in their car. My ambulance ride was traumatic. It was an hour drive give or take, but it seemed so much longer. When they wanted to get through traffic, they would turn on their sirens. Not good! It made me feel like I needed to go to the bathroom. I kept telling my mom to make them turn off the sirens. Being an extremely modest child, it was totally humiliating for me. I didn’t think my ride was such an emergency that they needed the sirens. I did survive, but it was still very traumatic; it was like it sent me into a panic mode. For me, it was a very long, long, long ride. What relief when they finally arrived at Herman Keefer Hospital in Detroit, Michigan. That was going to be my “home” for several months.