You Know You’re a Hospital Kid When… Life with CRPS

What is it like being a hospital kid with CRPS? Read Melissa's article and see if you can relate to her CRPS/RSD adventuresWritten by Guest Blogger Melissa Lovitz

This piece about being a hospital kid, especially one with CRPS/RSD, was originally posted on The Mighty.

When you’re a spoonie you spend a lot of time in the hospital. About 10 years ago, I spent more than 10 cumulative weeks of my freshman year of high school either in the hospital or at doctors’ appointments. During my middle and high school years, my experiences with reflex sympathetic dystrophy syndrome (or CRPS) landed me two six-week stays at Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia, two 10-day stays at Boston Children’s Hospital, and more doctors’ appointments than I can realistically count.

When I was in high school, most of my inside jokes were with physicians who liked to dance every morning. I got excited about making toga costumes with hospital sheets and having photo shoots with the other girls in the clinic. My main priority, aside from going home, was befriending the nurses so they would steal pillow cases for us to tie dye or extra ice cream cups at lunch.

Every so often I reminisce with a few close friends, who I met in the hospital, about out “those days.” Many of us are in remission or have found ways to cope with our illnesses outside of frequent appointments and emergencies. Others are still struggling, but have an amazing network of family, friends, and doctors who are there to support them every moment of their journey.

There’s something special and unifying about being a “hospital kid.” There’s something comforting about knowing that other people “get it.” There’s a relief that comes with not having to explain yourself. There’s a sensation of belonging that is revitalized every time I text, “I just smelled Purell” and get a response that reads, “OMG yesss” or “I know what you mean.”

When I was talking with my friends, I realized we all had fond memories of our nurses knowing our favorite shows, what we were studying in school, or which activities we were excited to go back to! We all had jokes about which arms or veins were best for blood draws and IV’s. We were all confident we could navigate the hospital so well, perhaps better than our own towns, that we could give directions to other people even to this day; most importantly we knew approximately five ways to get to the cafeteria!

So, when I asked my friends to respond to the phrase, “You know you’re a hospital kid when…” here’s what they said:

You know you’re a hospital kid when… 

1. Your biggest allies are the nurses.

2. You almost always anticipate that your plans will fall through because of an unexpected trip to the ER (or an appointment you forgot about).

3. Random things like the smell of Purell, concrete staircases, or writing your order with a golf pencil at restaurants remind you of the hospital.

4. Your best friends are people you met in the hospital, and over a decade later you still keep in touch.

5. You laugh whenever someone asks you to rate your pain on a scale of one to 10.

6. You’ve perfected realizing when someone isn’t really “fine” because you too perfected looking “fine” when you’re not.

7. Even though it’s a bit twisted, you get excited if you learn someone has the same condition as you.

8. Getting blood drawn or an IV is “no biggie.”

9. You watch “Grey’s Anatomy” and scream at the TV because that would never happen in real life!

10. Your hospital stories are so intense or dramatic that most people don’t believe you or think you’re exaggerating (e.g., “I relearned how to walk twice by doing PT/OT for eight hours a day for six weeks – twice! It was more difficult than the conditioning we do at gymnastics practice.”)

11. You can explain the spoon theory with more accuracy and detail than your actual homework!

If you ask most hospital kids, they’ll say their upbringing inside the walls of the hospital was definitely not traditional! They’ll probably tell you that they’d never wish chronic illness on anyone, but in hindsight they can’t imagine their lives without their stories of medical struggles and victories. Our illnesses don’t have to define us, but the definitely shape who we are and how we encounter the world.

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