It’s said that time heals or that painful memories grow less painful. 46 years ago, doctors were scratching their heads for five weeks as I was jabbed, x-rayed and subjected to all manner of medical tests, because they couldn’t find out what was wrong with me. (Some of those close to me say they still don’t know!)
It turned out that as a 12-year-old I was suffering from Crohn’s disease, but this was uncommon in children at the time and it was only when my paeditrician passed my files to the then UK’s leading expert on bowel disorders that he immediately identified the cause.
Fast forward 46 years and my vitamin B12 injection was due today. After a successful operation when I was 13, I have been relatively well, except I no longer absorb B12 from my food and need regular injections. All these years later, I still don’t like needles and don’t even look at them.
During my original stay in hospital, there was a very gentle South African doctor on the ward, who was very good at treating children. I was a good patient because I understood that they were trying to help me and stayed calm, but this didn’t stop the discomfort. The memory of this doctor has come back to me today, because of my injection, but I can’t remember his name. What he did suggest was gritting my teeth when having an injection or having blood drawn, because this focused my attention away from the needle and any pain. I have done this for years and it seemed to work.
I think I do this unconsciously now, although I’m not sure if the pain of injections is as great or whether I am getting used to them at last.
It’s strange how something brings back memories as though they took place yesterday and how our perspective changes. Do we change or do our memories? Is time playing with us?