Come. Walk with me. We're about to take a trip back through time to another memorable
year.
Yes,
we're now entering the year of the great '88.
And, I have to say that for the most part, 1988 was a great year.
Well,
with one notable exception.
Anyway,
we'll get to that in a bit. This is the
story of my seventh year, which spanned from 1988 to 1989. The eighties were in their final stages,
pastel coloured clothing was in, and heavy metal was getting competition from
electronic pop music. It wasn't often
you saw Belinda Carlisle and Stacey Q releasing new music alongside Poison and
Guns 'N Roses, I'll tell you that much!
So,
1988 was the year I turned seven. Let's
take a look as see what was happening during the lucky seven year.
Apparently I was really happy to get "Toss Across". The life size tic-tac-toe game was always fun for a laugh!
And,
now let's take a look at what the top pop culture moments were around this
time.
#1 SONG THE WEEK OF 5/18/1988
"Anything For You" - GLORIA ESTEFAN
& THE MIAMI SOUND MACHINE
Aww...what
a nice song this is. For some reason, I
seem to remember ballads being really big on the charts during 1988. Well, ballads, "Kokomo", and Kylie
Minogue's "Loco-Motion".
Still, this hit by Gloria and the Miami Sound Machine is really
good. I'm liking it!
#1 AT THE BOX OFFICE THE WEEK OF 5/18/1988
"Friday the 13th: Part VII: The New Blood"
Obviously
I did NOT see this movie when it first came out. Truth be told, I still haven't seen this one. After the second movie came out, the entire
series got real stupid, real fast.
#1 TELEVISION SERIES FOR THE 1988/1989 SEASON
"The Cosby Show"
Surprise,
surprise. At least they finally redid
their opening titles to look like something completely different.
And
now for my personal stories about my seventh year. I finally escaped first grade and made it into second, where I
ended up having two different teachers!
I recall that I and a couple of other kids in my original grade two
classroom were moved to the class next door, as for some reason my class had too
many kids. I really don't remember the
reason. Either way, I liked Miss
Johnson, my second grade teacher a lot.
And, I think she liked me too, even though I ended up missing a lot of
school that year.
And
when I say that I missed a lot of school that year, I mean I missed closed to
one-third of the school year! I think
the only reason why I passed into the third grade was because I kept up with my
schoolwork during that year.
But
why did I miss so much school?
Well,
turns out that year seven wasn't quite so lucky for me. When I turned seven, it was like my whole
body decided to fall apart on me. I
ended up with the stomach flu twice that year, I probably missed a couple of
days here and there with constant sinus infections, and when you add all those
days up, I ended up missing 50 days of school altogether!
Not
exactly my most stellar attendance performance, let me tell you.
And
it probably didn't make much of a good impression on my teacher when during my
first month of grade two I ended up missing a whole week of school because I
was in the hospital!
Not
exactly a great memory.
I'll
set up the story. It was September
1988, and I had been in school for a couple of weeks by this point. I had gotten a cold during that time, but I
thought nothing of it, as colds were as common in grade two as head lice -
well, okay, head lice wasn't common in your school, but it seemed to be in
mine. We will not discuss further.
The
problem was that the cold was not going away.
And my breathing was not good.
And we can forget about being effective in gym class. I was never a gym rat to begin with, but I
was gasping for air whenever I tried to run a lap around the gym. It was definitely enough of a concern for my
mom to bring me to the hospital emergency room to do some tests on me to find
out what was going on.
And,
let me tell you. Being a patient in a
hospital (especially as a child) is not a fun experience. Having to lie on a hospital slab, having all
of these nurses ask you questions, breathing for them, getting blood work
done. I felt like I was their own
personal science experiment.
And
lemme just get this out of the way first.
I know it's been 27 years since this happened, but to the nurse who
rammed the needle into my arm causing me extreme pain while taking my
blood...you are not a vampire, and I wasn't a dartboard! Be more gentle!!!
Anyway,
after the breathing tests were done, the doctor confirmed that I had
asthma. And anyone who has suffered
with asthma knows that it is not fun.
You have to stop and catch your breath for doing the slightest moves,
and you can't keep up with anyone else.
And
because I had asthma, I also had a bit of an infection deep within my body that
regular antibiotics couldn't heal.
There was no banana flavoured penicillin for me that week. Instead what ended up happening was that I
was admitted into the hospital where every two hours I had to have a mask
strapped onto my face where I would breathe in antibiotics to heal me.
That
meant that I had to spend a whole week in the hospital, and that completely was
not a fun experience.
Then
again, does ANYONE have a fun time at the hospital? With food that may or may not be edible, and spending a lot of
time in bed not doing anything, it's not like I was on vacation at Club
Med.
I
was really upset the day I was admitted to the hospital because we had planned
a movie night where I would watch Dumbo on VHS. And well, that movie night was cancelled. Instead, I spent my first night in the
hospital watching a television that was no bigger than a smartphone trying to
make out the characters on the three channels that I could get. The only consolation was that one of the
channels that I got was PBS, so Sesame Street and other kids shows could
entertain me. And of course, my teacher
sent me assignments to work on while I was in the hospital, so I could keep up
with the rest of the class. Truth be
told, homework was a nice distraction from the scary masks and people that I
didn't know.
Still,
that whole experience was a very scary one.
It was the first time that I had to be separated from my family and I
didn't really handle it well at all.
Once I was released, I was fine though, and it made me realize that if I
could get through that hospital stay, then things would get easier. Who knew that little hospital stay would be
a precursor for a much longer one some twenty-three years later?
Anyway,
that's the one thing that I remember about second grade and my seventh year of
life. Being hospitalized.
To
make matters worse, I was hospitalized during class picture day, and second
grade was the one year that I never had a class photo taken. But I guess it was a blessing in
disguise. Because I had to get my photo
done on class retake day, I had extra time to prepare. And as you can see from the image above, it
turned out beautifully.
Though,
I think my parents were influence by the Cosby Show a little TOO much.
Coming
up tomorrow, my eighth year on this world sees my very first wedding...as well
as my very first funeral.
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