On Hospitals...
I'm not sure what it is about hospitals that I hate so much. They are the most uncomfortable places to be in. They always seem to me to be some sort of cold, surreal, setting with their boring hues of white, cream, and those small specks of color on the curtains and gowns. Perhaps it is like an airport in some ways. You either hate them or love them. You are either there to say hello or say goodbye. I wonder about the receptionists, nurses and doctors milling about. Their work environment seems so strange to me. It seems to hold this extreme disconnection and disassociation to humanity and yet their work revolves around humanity. I hate ER rooms. It's not the tension of the people or the severity of the problems the patients are going through. It's not even the ridiculous long wait in an "emergency" situation. It's the realization that in this place the names of people are forgotten and erased in time. It holds a sadness far greater then just death. I didn't even realize how long it had been since I was in one. The last time I was in such a place was upon my grandmothers death, three years ago now. She passed and her name was erased.