Not counting the number of times I've had to go visit my mother (ironically, she keeps being admitted to the same hospital she works at, often due to something that has happened to her while working), I was only admitted to the hospital twice: the first time was when I tripped over my oldest brother's bike and split my forehead open when I was maybe five, the second time was a year ago when the car I was in was rear ended twice by some crazy old lady. I was annoyed that they made my lay on a hospital bed in the hallway of the ER even though I felt fine, so I kept telling everyone that passed by that I was apparently dying.